Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sunday in Woodgate

Early this morning the Darling suggested a "Sunday Drive",

In days of old, this was a usual Sunday activity that many a family indulged in, Dad at the Wheel, Mum up front, often with the youngest on her knee and the rest of the kids in the back and a sandwich picnic in the boot.

So off we went to Woodgate, with plans to stop off in Childers for a nice lunch, after all, this isnt the 50's you know.

On the way we called into Borrowdale Village at Gympie, to photograph the beautiful Jacaranda Trees in full flower. Borrowdale is an interesting park and Gold Museum and well worth the visit even when the Jacarandas aren't flowering. You can check it out here:

We also had the treat of seeing these Black Swans and their Cygnets by the lake in the park, there are many waterfowl in the park, Ibis, Ducks, Mud Hens, Geese as well as other Swans but this family were so calm even though there were people all around them, just behind where I stood to take these pics there was a young couple picnicking on the grass.

We enjoyed looking around Childers, the Pharmaceutical Museum and Old Butcher Shop Museum were both closed, but after all it was Sunday.

We were rather taken by the footpath, there were many tiled plaques inserted into the concrete walk, quite often describing the store they were in front of, such as this tooth in front of the "Decayslayer", the dentists

Great mosaic of a dingo. There is some really great artwork in these mosaics.

There were quite a few of these brass plaques in the footpath with interesting stories, this one reads as follows "Wagon and sulky owners had a problem with the timber in the iron tyres becoming loose, they would swell the tyres in a waterhole. In the 1880's Richard Giles stopped at the Broadhurst Homestead as his wheels were loose. He reversed his dray into the waterhole but lost it in the water.

The story of the 'Lost Dray' has been passed down through the generations. People have doubted this legend until the 1980's. During a severe drought, parts of the dray were visible and in fairly good condition.

We also visited the Childers Backpacker Memorial and Regional Art Gallery, upstairs in the Palace Memorial Building, as you enter the Gallery your eye is drawn to the far wall, the memorial, it contains 15 glass boxes, with layered see through images, or photographs of each of the backpackers who lost their lives in the Backpacker Hostel Fire in 2000 and photos of their family and friends, a brilliant piece of artwork. the Memorial Sculpture Artist was Salvatore Mario Di Mauro

On the side wall there is a haunting painting titled "Taking a Break in the Field", its a collage of the backpackers, done by Josonia Palaitis.

Printed on the front of the Memorial brochure are the words - "Remembering victims is Important but not enough."

Lots of info on these two sites about the area but very little about the 15 who lost their lives in that terrible tragedy.

We didn't do lunch in Childers, we shared a packet of chips and bottle of drink in the car on the drive to Woodgate, but thats another story.

Woodgate is a wonderful seaside village, full of retirement and weekend homes but I think the kangaroos outnumber the residents, they were peacefully grazing or just resting in the shade
There were 5 kangaroos in the yard of this house, and they are so comfortable and unafraid, you can see the spray from the hose the householder is using to water the lawn.
This would be the perfect place to have an early coffee and to watch the sunrise, maybe even a mini-muffin to nibble on and call it breakfast.
The beach goes for miles in a great sweeping bay.

And when we had had our fill of sights, we enjoyed a coffee at this little place, with of course, a view of the ocean.

And so off home, a three hour drive so no stopping for piccies on the way, but couldn't resist turning in to have a look at Buxton. When returning to the highway we passed this little guy, the Darling came to a fast halt so as not to run over him, but needn't have worried, the frill neck didn't move a muscle and just sat there in the middle of the road, and let us take his piccie, I guess he thought the middle of the road was a safe enough place to soak up the last of the days sun.

I had planned to get a pic on the way home of this Pink house in Tairo, but almost missed it, got half, at speed, just couldn't believe the colour, so here is half a pink house.
Then there was crossing the Mary River outside Maryborough
And the almost impossibly vibrant purple of the Jacaranda flowers at dusk as we scooted through Gympie.

1 comment:

Jane said...

Look at that lovely water in the river........lots of it.