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Published: September 27th 2010
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Today was rather a sad day because Daphne was going home. She was flying from Brisbane Domestic Airport and, rather fortuitously, a new ‘Airport Flyer’ service had started a just few weeks ago that picks customers up from their homes and takes them direct to the airport which is about 180 kms from Warwick. Daphne was up with the lark as usual but was finding it difficult to fit everything into her bags. Because, originally, she was only going to stay a week, she had brought just a holdall with her, but had since bought a rucksack, a hooded top, some bathers, two pairs of shoes, a pair of trainers, a few presents and various other bits and pieces. Somehow most of it went in (I wasn’t sure how she would get all this in ‘cabin baggage’ but she did!) and at 9.00am she was all ready to go. The bus arrived at 9.15 so having said our farewells we waved her off. She had been good company so we’ll miss having her around.
The bus arrived at the airport at about midday but her plane didn’t go until 2.30ish so there was a lot of hanging around for her.
Daphne has lived in Melbourne for many years and knows the tram/bus system like the back of her hand. She has done the journey from Melbourne Airport to home numerous times and lives very handily a few minutes walk from a tram stop. Even so it must have been a very tiring day as she didn’t get home until about 6.30pm. We hope she enjoyed her rather different holiday, even with its rather unfortunate start, as much as we did.
I gave the bedroom she had used a quick vacuum and washed the sheets ready for David to return to his room (he had been sleeping on a mattress in his office). After that I started to pack some of our stuff as we planned to leave the next day.
Graham went out at about 7pm that evening on one of his musical adventures which he’ll report on later. I had promised to cook dinner although David had retrieved another splendid dish from the freezer (which is a bit like a tardis!) so that made it very easy. However, he was working late and didn’t get back until 7.30 that evening but Graham didn’t get back until about
Female Butcherbird
She was oblivious to us as she found something very tasty in David's back garden 11pm but he enjoyed his late supper.
Thursday morning and it was our turn to bid a sad farewell (or rather au-revoir) to David, the house and Warwick. We’ve had a great three weeks here but it feels like it’s time to get on the road. Like Daphne we seem to have accumulated more things and we already had a fair amount of useless items we had brought with us. We were leaving our big suitcase at David’s for now and plan to pick it up later when we return for the rodeo. So we stuffed two huge laundry bags full of clothing and loaded them and everything else into the car. We didn’t get going very early as David went out to do an electrical job and didn’t get back until 10.30ish. Then we all had coffee and cake and a final chat. He very kindly gave us one of his special ‘Dorset Apple Tea Cakes’ that he produced from the tardis freezer. They are ideal for me because they don’t have too much sugar in as he doubles all the quantities except sugar and makes two cakes at one go. Both he and Daphne make wonderful fruit
cakes as did our Mum. I haven’t made many cakes in recent years but really will have to have another go (especially as Sarah has started making cakes!!).
It was mid morning when we left which was a bit later than we originally planned. We also had to nip into town to the bank to try and sort out a problem with a transfer of money that I’d done a little while ago to our nephew, Grant. We found out that the money had come back to our account so at least it hadn’t disappeared into the ether! We’ll try and sort that out later. We set off in the direction of Stanthorpe and didn’t stop until we got to Tenterfield where we had a much needed break and some lunch. It seemed another pleasant country town and worthy of more attention than we could give it now. Tenterfield’s claim to fame is that on the 24th October 1889 Sir Henry Parker, Premier of NSW, said that “the colonies needed one great government for all Australia”. Anyway, on we went and got to Glenn Innes at about 4.30 so that was far enough for the day. The Central Motel
Glenn Innes Post Office
The old fashioned title of 'Postal and Telegraph Office' caught our eye as years ago we were both 'Postal and Telegraph Officers' in Post Offices in Devizes (me) and Gloucester (Graham). was a comfortable enough place to stay the night - the lady in reception was English but had been in Aus for many years and she was pleased to have the opportunity to chat to Poms! We eventually managed to get away and went for a stroll along the main street to get some milk. The town has a lot of Scottish connections and has the only Australian memorial to the nation’s Celtic pioneers and it hosts an annual Celtic Festival. We still had our sandwiches left as, at lunchtime in Tenterfield, we’d dined on yet more pies !! so we had a quiet evening and went to bed early.
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Darryl and Sarah
Wallaby Wanderers
Don't miss your roots!
When you come out of Glen Innes, if you stay inland then you'll start heading toward Stroud and Gloucester - both of which looked lovely when we passed through but we didn't stop so we don't know what we missed! We had to stay off the coast because of the terrible flooding so couldn't go to Port MacQuarie (I've spelt that wrong haven't I!) like we planned but instead stayed at Bretti Reserve next to the river for our first night of free camping and our first experience of a drop loo!!!! x x x