I’m pretty sure someone has been messing around with those magnificently monstrous marbles just outside of Stawell. 

Armed with our props of freshly iced finger buns and crunchy cold apples, we enjoyed the sunshine as we wandered the site, referring to our original photos to find the exact spot of our ancient picnic. 

A love heart rock was the clue for our first re-shoot.

Trying to fit those long, nearly 16-year-old legs into same frame as the little preppie legs of 10 years ago was like a kind of origami for Katianna; fold, fold, fold. 

Determined to recreate the actual picnic scene on the correct stone, we circled the gigantic boulders again and again, looking at the rocks from all different angles and consulting our records.

That is, until sunburn and heatstroke threatened to overcome us and we got a bit giggly and shouty at the same time. 

Tiani had been an adorably cute chubby one-year-old in our initial shots, decked out in a miniature denim jacket with a pink faux fur collar and little embroidered corduroy jeans.

Ten years on, she was still the first to conk out, taking her tall thin frame in white denim overall shorts and T-shirt into the shade to mind the melting icing on the buns and the warm apples. 

At one stage during our constant searching and circling, our re-enactment became frighteningly close to a ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’ as I lost contact with 13-year-old Yasinta.

Lapping the Sister Rocks at the same speed on opposite sides, only a hearty coo-ee reunited us. 

Judging by the number of photographs Yasinta was missing from 10 years ago, I wondered if her sense of adventure, in pre-school form back then, had made her similarly difficult to pin down. 

Eventually we admitted defeat, agreed someone had moved the rocks and broke out the melted buns and hot apples to pose for the shots on something similar.

Then we headed into town for coffee and shops. 

All in all, it seems like a lot of laughs, and pretty good exercise, to see what changes 10 years can make.