Carol, Lindsay, Myrelle, John & Rex. |
We chose the scenic route again, heading out from Beerwah, to Esk and the beautiful Esk Valley. We found a gorgeous place for lunch, the Nash Cafe & Gallery, situated in a wonderfully restored old Queenslander. We sat on the wide porch soaking up the history of the home which was built by our distant, great, great, great, uncle Lars Andersen from the Swedish side of the family, who had a lot to do with the history of the Esk Valley, and absolutely nothing to do with our family! Lunch was a terrific home made bacon, egg and spinach pie with chips and salad. Excellent fare!
From Esk we headed to the beautiful garden city of Toowoomba, which we only drove through, again vowing to come back. The journey now looks like it could stretch into 6 years, with all the comebacks, and we've still most of the country to see! Our stopover in a drive thru site, was at Stanthorpe, at the Top of the Town Caravan Park. It looked a nice park with heaps of birds attracted to the bird feeders through the park. This is another come back place. The area is a rich wine growing and food bowl area, with apples and stone fruit the specialty. There is a big Italian influence in the area, and each February there is a Sicilian Festival, so that will most likely be our come back time, one year.
From Stanthorpe we crossed the border back into NSW and the beautiful town of Tenterfield, made famous in a song by Peter Allen, so yes we were humming and singing "time is a traveller Tenterfield Saddler........" all the way into town, and our coffee stop and another excellent carrot cake. We found the world's most awarded sausage making butcher shop, winning the New England district competition every year since 1999, so we stocked up, and they are pretty good. The best part was that we ordered 5 each of about 6 different varieties, and when we got them home the butcher had packed them individually and put a name tag in each pack so we would know which was which! Now that is good old country service! We drove on to Armidale, and 2 nights at the lovely Pembrokes Caravan Park. We have stayed before, and really like it. It has won a number of awards, and you will never get a friendlier welcome anywhere. We always like Armidale, and just had a good 2 days rest.
We left Armidale, and set a new record for shortest drive before stopping for coffee, 16kms to Uralla, because Carol saw "The Galloping Gourmet", where we had an excellent coffee and shared a rhubarb cake to die for. Parking in Uralla, like many country towns, shows total disregard for caravanners. Everything is angle parking. I swear that one day I will angle park the caravan and block the highway! We are the guys and girls spending the kid's inheritance, and if there is any parking set aside for caravans, it is usually way out the back or closer to the next town! Come on country councillors, think about our dicky knees and hips, show some leadership and stop telling us how the towns are dieing. Give them a chance at life! Soap box retired!
Uralla to Gloucester along the Thunderbolt Way, is a spectacular drive. The road is currently in very poor condition, and the way south down the mountain is very steep for a big van. There is one 12 kilometre stretch of steep gradients, that I was very glad to get to the bottom of. But the scenery through Walcha and Nowendoc is well worth it. The police helicopter is a reminder of the search for Australia's most wanted man, Malcolm, who has become somewhat of a folk hero. He is an amazing bushman, having eluded police for 6 years. In fact, the search headquarters has now moved to Gloucester, as there have been sightings in the area, including one on Woko, the property next to Lindsay and Myrelle's. Everyone wants a slice of the $250,000 pie on offer!
The farm at Tibbuc. |
What a view! |
Milking time. |
Feeding time for the new calves. |
Friday we were off to Laurieton to see the addition that has transformed the cottage Lindsay & Myrelle have had for a long time, into a modern, contemporary home, with the new upstairs dedicated to their family as a holiday home, and downstairs still available for holiday letting. It is really lovely. We met Al Hardy the builder, and great mate of Lindsay, who was coming up to the farm for the weekend's activities, and generally had a drive around. We called in at Ron & Julie's new house, but unfortunately no one was home, and we only had your home phone number with us. Sorry we couldn't give advance warning but we didn't know we would be visiting, but don't be surprised if one day a big smiling ginger haired dairy farmer called Lindsay Fraser, comes knocking at your door! We also picked up some school river prawns at Taree Co-Op, for tonight's entree. All the big prawns were in scarce supply.
Back to Gloucester. We were having dinner at Margo and Adam's (daughter and son-in-law) new home. Last time we saw them, son Alby had just been born. This time it was new born daughter Ellie to meet. Lindsay and Myrelle count their blessings, as both their daughter Margo and son Michael have settled in Gloucester. They each have a son, six months apart and now each has a daughter, only a few weeks apart. Margot and Adam are teachers, whilst Michael and Wendy have a dairy farm south of town. Michael & Wendy have done an amazing job of setting up a very new, modern, computerised dairy, which is something to see. So different to the traditional method. Michael and son Andrew joined us for dinner, whilst Wendy and new daughter Samantha were on their way back from a shopping trip to Newcastle. We would catch up with them later in the weekend. Dinner was fantastic, with the flash fried prawns to start and a lovely pork belly roast dinner to follow.
Let the fishing begin! |
There must be trout here? |
Our lunch spot. |
Not a bad days fishing! |
Dom got his trout. |
Better than any caravan park |
Gloucester's crepe myrtle. |