Following my GPS, I ride straight past the road indicated on the screen and end up in the middle of a vineyard. Gotta love the adventures offered by modern technology. I realise I'm trespassing before someone starts shooting at me and within 100 metres find the old road. It's a bit disused.

Like I like.
The view opens up after a while negotiating this very old road.
Before plummeting downhill into the dark, dense bush again, the road scoured by wash-aways, mud holes and fallen tree branches.
I'm a bit worried that I won't be able to climb back out but reaching a 5 strand wire fence gate at the other end, I'm secretly grinning like a shaved ape. Gotta love adventure when it grabs you and leads you wherever it wants to. Just sit back and love the ride.
Through the gate and across a well trodden stock route, the black mud churned up so badly I can barely get traction. Ahead, partially hidden by the scrub, are some old ruins.
They look old but solid. White bee keeper's boxes sit a short distance away. The only signs of a link to the modern world lurking nearby.
The right-hand building is fascinating - it's an old meat store half buried to keep temperatures lower in pre-refrigeration days.
I'm glad it's not dark yet. The place looks haunted. I decide to roll on, back through another fence wire gate into the paddock alongside and down the hill through more trees. I finally and with much relief reach a mud churned road that should lead me to faster tracks.
This doesn't look too good for the chances of an easy ride. But it's only a few hundred metres to an all-weather gravel road. What can possibly go wrong?
To be continued.......