Soak in this slice of heaven.
Tucked between wineries on the Mornington Peninsula, Red Hill Lavender Farm features a picturesque lake and orchard perfect for an afternoon stroll.
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If you are visiting for the day, or perhaps staying a few nights at “The Lakehouse” on the 27acre property, find the time to wander through the farm’s orchard adorned with plump crab apples in the right season.
Set up a picnic in the lavender fields and enjoy the visual display of the crop in flower and the scent that is released by this remarkable ancient herb. At the right time of day you may even catch a trout leaping above the lake as you soak in this slice of heaven.
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Tucked between wineries on the Mornington Peninsula, Red Hill Lavender Farm features a picturesque lake and orchard perfect for an afternoon stroll.
When the property was purchased in 2007, the farm was created as a haven, with hand-planted crab apple orchard and olive trees. Should you stop by, be sure to bring a picnic basket and enjoy your lunch amongst the fields, or stop by the farm’s restaurant for a bite. On your way out you can stop by the farm gate and spoil yourself with some fresh, local produce and lavender-scented products on offer.
Beach Life
I have visited here with my kids the past 2 summers just after Christmas. Every time we visit I feel like we are in a picture postcard with rows and rows of purple lavender and the hills in the background.
Each time we have been to the farm, there hasn’t been anyone else visiting so we could really enjoy the peace and quiet. Simply enjoying looking at the lavender, the bees, and the little lizards darting around the roots.
The lizards are so fast I could never get a photo of them, but we could hear them rustling around and if we were lucky we could catch a glimpse of them bathing in the sun. Great entertainment for the kids!
Peninsula Essence
It is an overcast summer’s morning in Main Ridge with grey clouds blanketing the sky. An athletic blonde woman in a blue apron is crouched over a vibrant lavender field.
She is using a small rusty sickle to harvest the plants, one handful at a time. Oblivious to the rest of the world, she purposefully packs the purple and green bunches into a wicker basket, while a golden labrador bounds playfully at her feet.
The fields are alive with the buzzing of scores of bees, a gentle hum that gives the scene its own sweet melody. It is a romantic setting, reminiscent of regional France, and one you wouldn’t readily associate with Victoria’s Mornington Peninsula.