I think a lot of people visit here believing that the story of the missing schoolgirls is true.

Regardless, there is a lot of spirituality here – one can feel it in the air. No doubt the legend of ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’ plays a part in that, but I’m guessing there would also be Indigenous mysticism surrounding this place.

So powerful that these forces were that the Gift Shop and Cafe were not open, despite a high number of tourists visiting. However, the boomgate and the machine where you pay ten dollars prior to exiting were in perfect working order.

In an interesting post-script, the strangeness continued on the drive back to Melbourne. For reasons not explained, we were pulled over by the police as they wanted to see my identity and ask what I was doing. I think it was more the NSW plates that triggered the cops, rather than any magic that may have rubbed off on us from Hanging Rock.

More photos below…