(7) SUNDAY 19^TH MARCH - LAST DAYS OF TOWNS AND A BIG COMPASS

Walking up a steep mountain allows you to appreciate the time spent studying and reading in those soft, comfortable chairs found in libraries. 

The walk begins at a winery. Along the trail are information signs providing interesting details about no longer existent townships and the beginnings of different railways. Basically, information not far short of really fucking cool. According to the signs, those who ran the vineyards of the area used to have huge winery balls. These winery balls were often held in underground storage bunkers full of wine. There is said to be an underground bunker where these were held in the area surrounding the walk. 

And they can no longer find this bunker. 

Knowing this and being hopelessly fascinated by the prospect of finding an underground bunker filled with vintage wine I almost lose interest in seeing the end of the walk. But I push on only because there are more signs closer to the top of the mountain and I've been told there is some kind of bamboo creation John Head has made. From halfway up it looks like the type of structure found at a bush doof. There are colourful flags and intricate struts overlapping to raise the structure from the ground. It looks huge. 

At the top I find it is a compass. John Head has used the bamboo to form a huge compass. It is representing the numerous and far away places those who now inhabit Shepparton have came from. It also represents my feelings toward John: what the hell can't this guy do. 

Then I take a second to look at the view from the mountain, and take this satisfied selfie.