Monday 6th May
It’s a public holiday in Qld, probably in other states also. It is Labour Day or what used to be called May Day which started in Russia 100 years ago and was taken up by Australian Unionists. The Labour Day Movement started about 1896 when protests about working conditions and hours finally led to the adoption of an 8 hour working day and a holiday to mark that occasion. By the 1930 and 1940’s the Communists had taken the day and somehow convinced us it was really May Day to follow the Russian lead. By 1948 some states legislated to change the date to another month so the association with May Day did not occur. Marches and rallies still have an element of persons who still call the day, May Day.
Wednesday 8th May
In the morning I did Line Dancing as usual. The weather is just so stunning at the moment. Warm to hot days, clear blue sky and even the ocean water temp is around 22 or 23 degrees. However today I went on a photo shoot drive to a place I have never been and only sort of heard about. Mt Barney. I drove over the mountain range to Canungra, a town which deserves another day of wandering around looking at old houses. Next it was on to Beaudesert a town I have only passed through at night. Again it deserves a return visit. Next was the small community of Tamrookum on the Mt Lindesay Highway.
There was the interesting community hall on the corner of the highway
and Tamrookum Church Road.
Then I noticed the huge church up on a hill.
The All Saints Church Tamrookum. Built by Robert Martin Collins 104 years ago who died shortly before the church was completed.
Mr Collins is recognised as the father of National Parks in Queensland. All the timber (mostly Cedar) was cut from trees on his property.
This is an impressive building, well maintained by a resident caretaker and is often used in sunset photo shoots and theme events. For example this Sunday is a Vintage Car Club barbecue, with members dressing in period costume. The caretaker gave me a guided tour and included all the history.
Next town was Rathdowney but enticing as that was, my destination was still ahead. I had already spent too much time at the church. As it turns out I took too many photos. I turned onto the Mt Barney Road but stopped at a vantage point to photograph Mt Lindesay and spectacular rock formations and cliffs.
This area is part of a volcanic caldera which could even be a part of the Tweed Valley and Numinbah Valley caldera.
Where I was now was only a dozen or so Klms from the NSW border. In fact the border runs through parts of both Mt Lindesay and Mt Barney.
At the junction of Mt Barney Road and Barney View Road I stopped at a convenient picnic shelter with a table.
Across the street were some old sheds with a view of Mt Barney as a background.
After taking photos and planning to move further into Mt Barney National Park I decided on lunch. While eating I decided to look at my photos but the camera would not display. There was a flashing red battery on screen. A flat battery. I always carry a spare but to my dismay it had not been charged since I last discharged it. Grrr! I followed the road to the park entrance and noted several places to take photos and used my phone to photograph some Grass Trees before deciding I might as well go home and come back another day.
It was a 2 hour drive home.
Thursday 9th May
I had just finished lunch when I heard a timid voice calling my name outside. I knew it was my neighbour Bill and called out “come on in Bill” but did not hear him approach. I went outside, Bill was standing at the bottom of my steps with his hand on his face and blood everywhere and dripping off his arm. He said “how bad is it?” Bill I cannot see for the blood lets clean you up first. Bill explained his wife Marie was up the street visiting someone. It seems Bill was gurneying his garage and driveway and tripped on the hose and hit his face on a dog barrier. Another centimetre and he would be in trouble with damage to the eye. While Bill washed his hands and arms in the bathroom vanity I cleaned off the blood his face using tissues and told him I thought he would need stitches and lets get you looked at by a doctor. I drove him to his doctor where they cleaned him up some more and decided the wound was closing itself and would not need stitches but instead a couple of butterfly stitches and a covering for at least 5 days. Well, that was my excitement for the day but Bill is going to have a black eye for a week and a headache for day or two.
Saturday 11th May
Some months ago we (Harbourside Gardens Social Committee) started planning a Progressive Dinner. The theme was Italian and we asked people to dress in the colours, Red, White and Green. We placed a limit of 40 attendees, first in first accepted basis as there was limited room at two venues. As it turned out we had 25 attendees which was a good thing as it was our first venture of this type and it made for a more intimate group dynamic. I spent lots of time on the computer, setting up 235 photos which had to be edited and enhanced for a slide show. In the morning Frank and Frank set the tables in a configuration which allowed for an intimate atmosphere while at the same time leaving room around the tables to move about and mingle. The setup shown in the photo was done deliberately so no overhead lights were used just two table lamps and four tea light candles.
First course at my neighbours house was sherry and bruschetta type finger food. We had two problems. Too much food and once people were seated and chatting it was a struggle to get them moving for the next course in the clubhouse.
While my slideshow was playing in the background our friend Wayne had been working most of the day to create a meat and a vegetarian Lasagne, Italian vegetables and garlic bread. We supplied beer, wine and soft drink. Once again too much food and people were enjoying the meal and the socialising but we had to get them moving to the next course.
At Grahams house it was a choice of two desserts, Port or Tia Maria, tea and coffee and chocolates. Normally at functions people start drifting away at 8.30 but tonight they were still enjoying themselves at 10pm!
I have not completed the maths but we charged $8 a head and probably the food and booze cost around the same.
I fell into bed at midnight promising to help clear the clubhouse in the morning.
Sunday 12th May
I took myself on another road trip today. A 270 Klm round trip to Lennox Head in northern NSW.
I returned via Broken Head and Byron Bay. There was not much to see at Broken Head and I did not stop at Byron Bay. Lennox Head was a different story. On the trip down the highway I could see dark clouds to the south and I expected miserable conditions. Once I arrived at Pat Morton Lookout the sun was shining, a stiff breeze was blowing from the south and about 100 boardriders were enjoying larger than metre high waves spread over about three different breaks.
About 100 people were sitting on the hill overlooking the surf.
The scene was one of blue sky, blue ocean and white of breaking waves. Like the other people I could have sat here all day perhaps even dozed in the soft grass lulled by a warm sun and an occasional soft breeze which had escaped the stiff breeze blowing on the exposed parts of the hill and clifftops.
I love watching surfers and this is an ideal spot. A woman sitting nearby on the grass mentioned another surfing spot and all I could remember is a name called Broken Head. After tearing myself away from the hill with a view I drove into Lennox Head and found the narrow street was chock a block with cars parked and very few off street parking facilities. It meant a long walk to find food.
Later when I found Broken Head
it in no way inspired me as a surfing location and as it was getting late and a good hour or so of driving ahead of me I passed through Byron Bay without stopping – except for pedestrians – and arrived home just after sunset.
I enjoyed my day and I hope you enjoy the photos.