To The “Bun”

A week at Lake Moogerah awaiting the end of the busy season so Robyn can finally get away, delightfully spent in the company of Masons and Dovers finally saw us depart for places generally west on Tuesday 29th April.

 

Here’s Robyn on the court (somewhere) attending to those last minute details.

 

 

 

 

We managed a top spot to wait it out ——–

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, first to Somerset Dam via the Hinze Dam for an overnight at Moogerahs competition. Bigger but not really any better, certainly newer facilities but not well maintained and at $26.00 for an unpowered unwatered site for the night quite on the high side for cost. Did have a free go at their 18 hole mini-golf course and got terribly pummelled by sister in law. I’m sure she’s had practice. The park and its environs are nonetheless attractive and would indeed be a nice place to stay if you’re into fishing or boating…… 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On to the “Bun” – Kaimkillenbun, about 150km west of Brisvegas, is an unlikely place to end up unless you had some prior knowledge. It seems Robyn turned up there 18 months or so ago on her personal sabbatical to encounter the re-opening of the Bun Pub, so we had to share in the experience this time around. Well the pub is open and it is a very lively place – I’ve no idea where the patronage comes from but it was darts night and the place was packed. Just maybe they really came to compete with the dog…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At every throw of the dart he leapt through the window trying to catch it.

The reds and the whites we kept in the fridge so I just had a beer like the locals. Dinner was OK but we were surrounded by tributes to Brockie (Peter Brock of you know what fame)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and a funny little camp ground…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

where the fare was only $17.00 per night.

On to Dalby via Bell and Jimbour where we were exposed to two different religions….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The church is still in use and Jimbour is still a working station albeit a little smaller than its original 300000 acres, now just 11000.

Dalby awaited for the big birthday bash ($10.00 per head) then on to Lake Broadwater for the night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Overnight the heavens opened and we thought we might sail away (I thought it might have been judgement day after my expressions of  disbelief at Bell) but we survived and the next day decided to not linger in  cold and wet – lets find some sunshine further west. On to Nindigully where indeed it was warmer, but more on that in the next instalment.