Walhalla: Victoria's Valley of the Gods

in #travelfeed6 years ago

I was going to title this piece ‘I went 40 hours without internet and survived’ but decided otherwise. J. had already sneakily managed to get me to go to a place with a gold mine and a train ride, but failed to tell me there was also no reception. Nah, it was all good – to be honest, my recommendation for anyone in Victoria wanting a digital de-tox is to visit Walhalla. It really was blissful and reminded me of the daydreaming sans screen days.




My folks have a beautiful memory of Walhalla from when they first met – a day spent in extreme heat by a gurgling stream, the smell of eucaplypts thick and heady. Dad remembers Mum wore an orange jumpsuit. Thus the place seemed imbuded with some kind of mystic old world romanticism from my parent’s halcyon days. Turns out, old world romanticism is what this valley is all about.


Named ‘Walhalla’ or ‘Valley of the Gods’ after a Swiss guy that owned property there, the town is a gold mining town nestled near Mt Baw Baw, about 2 hours drive from Melbourne – cross country skiing country in Winter. The town was built after they discovered alluvial gold in the creek and went a-hunting for it’s source. It took them ten years to dig a mine that didn’t even produce gold – that same mine could have been dug in 4 days with modern technology. Eventually though, they struck a vein and the town produced some 4.7 tons of gold up until about 1914, when the war started. The miners all left and they sent the school kids down there to bring up the metal for the war effort.

Whilst the valley is now rich with trees, tree-ferns, mossy lichens, mushrooms, wild colonial plants such as borage and yarrow and marigolds, it wouldn’t have looked like that back in the day as they cut down all of the trees to fuel the mine.It’s so blissfully quiet, yet then they would have heard the constant clanging of the rock crushers and the hum of village life. I loved the post office, where mail would arrive from Europe after a two year journey. The arrival of the mail was a town event, where long queues would form outside the post office. Walhalla was actually in the running to be on the first postage stamp here in Victoria but the kangaroo won out (beating King George as well). The old post office was restored in the ‘90’s and still had original wallpaper and a 130 year old bedspread and other artefacts.


Of course, I was interested in the history of the people there, whilst Jamie was interested in the machinery – old rock crushers, boilers, steam engines, trains and bridges and a whole lot of rusty equipment littered the town and it’s surrounds. You can spy, in these photos, J. hugging a steam engine and talking to the driver of the diesel train that took us on a beautiful journey through the mountains.




I didn’t mind the train, but the mine didn’t interest me much – if you’ve seen one mine, you’ve seen them all in my book, to be honest! I spent an hour reading in the back of the van instead, snuggled under a blanket – what a luxury. The blessings of no data indeed.


The most fascinating place for me though, was the old cemetery. It’s one of Victoria’s oldest and most picturesque graveyards, and I loved imagining the lives of the people buried there. There were men from the Cornish tin mines, having escaped the oppression experienced there and being lured to Walhalla by the promise of gold. There were men from Devon (as Jamie quipped, now gone to heaven) and Ireland, from Italy and Spain. There were babies and the old, young men – how I wished to know the story of their lives. Did they miss the old country, or love their life in the new, and all it’s promise? Did they dream of their old home, or were they happy to be laid at rest where kookaburras and lyrebirds sang, and tree ferns shaded their graves?

How beautiful the view was, from there, a hundred odd years on. How quiet, and how perfectly lovely.



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I went 40 hours without internet and survived

Ahhh miss, then I am the one hooked to internet? Han? hahahahaha

That's an amazing place, the type of place where I would spend hours checking the machines, just like Jamie.

I loved the post office, where mail would arrive from Europe after a two year journey.

Twooooo years? Whathaaa? Imagine sending a letter to the family in Europe telling that, I don't know, the baby was born. When the letter arrives the little monster is and adult and married already hahahaha

I know, incredible huh? When my grandparents took thier six kids (including my Mum) to Australia from England, there was a guy who went around the migrant camp recorded 3 minute vinyl recordings of a greeting. The family gave a happy Christmas greeting - you can hear my Mum's six year old squeak - and the record went back to my great grandparents. They played it so often they nearly wore it out, but NEVER SAW THEIR GRANDCHILDREN AGAIN. How sad is that!!

The postal office was the most important building in town. The town was ravaged by fires A LOT but they always saved that, and the post! i.e 'The postal cart was delayed by fires outside of town, and whilst the driver and his assistant did recieve burns, the mail was only one hour late!' - phew! They lined up in the streets to get their post - it was a real event. How poignant!

Very interesting place thank you for sharing about it. I have allways wanted to go there now i am very keen to go.

I think you'd really like it - i did think of you when I was there and thought it would be definitely your thing!

Thanks for thinking of me there. It is definitely my type of place to visit:)

This was the great one to escape from the busy life

Indeed - it was a lovely escape weekend! thanks for your comment x

I actually laughed out loud when I read your mum wore an orange jumpsuit.

You have similar photos of the same graves as I took there haha.

I never went on the train to the mine. We visited after a bush party weekend and being awake for 2 days many moons ago.

Good on ya for having a weekend on the other side of the Yarra!

Ah yeah ... no wonder Dad remembers it 😉

Ah bush party days!!!

How did the soup turn out?

The pumpkin soup was perfect. Thanks for the yummy recipe. We finished it off yesterday for lunch.

Awesome!! Glad it worked!

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