After we'd spent a good hour and a half making our way around the trail we didn't really need to go anywhere else and I was forced to conclude I was probably glad that this year's wildflower season wasn't going to reach the heights previous years, and particularly the reputedly outstanding 2009 had reached. About forty-five minutes in, my eyes were getting tired, the same way that your palate starts to tire after six wineries on the one day, or your taste buds do after a four course meal of highly flavoured dishes. Seriously, after an hour and a quarter I was looking for a way to give my eyes a rest, and what I'd seen was hardly a match for the vistas they tend to put on the covers of the tourist brochures.