Well perhaps just one last road trip, Wednesday 2nd May
Aratula, Allora, Clifton, Toowoomba, Crows Nest, Toogoolawah, Beerwah
The car has been sold and booked for it’s safety check on Thursday, and by carefully cancelling all our commitments, we discovered we had more than enough time to join our mates on one last (very brief) road trip before becoming carless.
Still hampered by the post-op lift limit, there didn’t seem to be any point in making our life more difficult than it needed to be by camping for one night, so while the others slept in the grounds of O’Shanley’s pub in Clifton, in motorhome and caravan respectively, we oversaw the whole process from our not entirely salubrious first floor window in said establishment. The vague excuse for this trip was to visit an exhibition of models of da Vinci’s machines and other inventions on display in the Cobb and Co Museum in Toowoomba, and we had just enough time to do that and to complete our little circuit before the sun went down on the second day. The others, without as many places to go, people to see and things to do as we did at the time, stayed out in the wilds for just one more night.
Aratula, Allora, Clifton, Toowoomba, Crows Nest, Toogoolawah, Beerwah
The car has been sold and booked for it’s safety check on Thursday, and by carefully cancelling all our commitments, we discovered we had more than enough time to join our mates on one last (very brief) road trip before becoming carless.
Still hampered by the post-op lift limit, there didn’t seem to be any point in making our life more difficult than it needed to be by camping for one night, so while the others slept in the grounds of O’Shanley’s pub in Clifton, in motorhome and caravan respectively, we oversaw the whole process from our not entirely salubrious first floor window in said establishment. The vague excuse for this trip was to visit an exhibition of models of da Vinci’s machines and other inventions on display in the Cobb and Co Museum in Toowoomba, and we had just enough time to do that and to complete our little circuit before the sun went down on the second day. The others, without as many places to go, people to see and things to do as we did at the time, stayed out in the wilds for just one more night.
Of course we had a wonderful time, the trip evoking memories of many just like it in days gone by.
Perhaps it was a fitting farewell to our little car, the company of good friends and the wonders of da Vinci and the National Carriage Museum made the effort well worth it.
Now though we have an even greater wonder:
How will our friends from other parts of the world pronounce the names of the towns on our itinerary?
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