Wednesday 21 September 2022

Heritage Walk Bulimba

Wednesday 21 September 

A 7 am start saw us all meeting at Hawthorne Park. A leafy park with a lovely English feel, with its white picket fence around the cricket field.

Our route

Heritage Hawthorne Ferry Terminal - 1925

The nearby Bulimba Ferry Terminal - 2014.

The native Bottle Brush and Grevilleas were looking sensational with their spring blossoms.

Bulimba is a very 'green' suburb to walk through.

Unusual street lights on busy Oxford Street, a popular dining destination. The 'Hungry Hikers' did stop for a coffee towards the end of our walk.

The Bauhinia trees are in full, glorious blossom at present.

It seems to be becoming a trend to make fairy gardens around trees. We must have seen more than five on this walk.

Brisbane was proclaimed a municipality in 1857 and was gazetted as a city in 1901.

By the 1860s the suburb of Bulimba was a farming settlement with a school and a church; the main town was reached by river, the McConnel family having a rowing-boat service. A post office was opened in 1871. The Bulimba cemetery, well south of the present suburb, was established.

Bulimba Uniting Church, 1866 and built by the 'Primitive Methodist Church.

St John the Baptist Anglican Church, 1888.

From its rural beginnings, Bulimba became a working man's suburb. Industrial workers, waterside workers, shipbuilders, fishermen and farmers lived side by side in not-so-genteel housing, although the Queenslander style architecture was very evident. In recent years it has become a very desirable suburb to live in with the "Queenslanders" getting a facelift. 

We had a lovely morning wandering the quiet streets and commenting on what we liked and disliked about so many of them. 9 kilometres were walked.

A more modern home, but so lovely to see it softened by growing sweet peas along the fence line. 

A very large modern replica.

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Thursday 15 September 2022

Lock the Gate's, Rivers to Rivers Protest and March.

 Wednesday 14 September, Brisbane.

I am usually a silent supporter of organisations trying to protect our environment. I sign petitions and sometimes write letters to members of parliament. I receive a regular email from the organisation, Lock the Gate. I came to know of them when they were unsuccessful in their efforts in 2016, to get the Government to not allow the Indian coal giant, Adani, to have coal leases in Queensland.

This email came 2 weeks ago and I felt very strongly that it was time for me to be more proactive.

"Dear Helen,

The rivers of the Lake Eyre Basin in Western Queensland are some of the last free-flowing rivers in the world. Every few years in flood, this area springs into life - and becomes a network of billabongs, swamps, and wetlands supporting a rich diversity of wildlife.

Since 2014, the Queensland Labor Party and Government have made multiple election promises to protect the floodplains of the Lake Eyre Basin, but they are yet to fulfil that promise.

AND NOW fracking companies Origin and Santos want to drill thousands of gas wells into these precious floodplains.

We can't let this happen. The Queensland Government is making a decision right now on whether to protect the floodplains from fracking, but the gas industry is pushing back hard.

Please join the protest at 10am, Wed 14 Sept with a bright spectacle of resistance, as we weave a blue fabric 'river' down George St to Parliament House.

The gas from this part of the Lake Eyre Basin is the dirtiest gas in Australia. Opening fracked gas fields in the Lake Eyre Basin will blow our carbon budget and fuel more floods, storms, heatwaves, and bushfires. For our climate and our rivers, it's time to take to the streets!

Together we can protect some of the world's last free-flowing desert rivers of the Lake Eyre Basin.

Hope to see you there."

Consequently, we were small in numbers but strong in our convictions, as we walked George Street to Parliament House. 

Signs in the city add to the message to the Government.

I sincerely hope that the Lock the Gates submissions will convince the Government to say NO to big money.

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Friday 9 September 2022

Waddle, Saddle, Pedal

 Sunday 28 August

I read about this event a good five years ago. This year I was finally able to visit Killarney and join in the fun.

The event is hosted by the Killarney Show and Rodeo Society, with the trek commencing from the village of Mt Colliery and following the valley of Farm Creek. Participants chose to walk, ride a horse or cycle their way to a billy tea morning tea at the 7.5 km turnaround point. Thirteen creek crossings had to be negotiated each way. On arriving back at Mt Colliery, a sausage sizzle lunch was provided by the local CWA. [County Women's Association]

Google maps view of Mt Colliery and Farm Creek.

Camp view of rain clouds hovering. 

After setting up camp we did a reconnaissance drive to Mt Colliery as it was a 7 am meet-up the following day. I wasn't tempted to drive across crossing No 2.

This huge carpet snake wasn't on the road as we drove out. He wasn't too pleased to see us but was reluctant to move on. I managed to edge the car around him, narrowly avoiding his tail.

6.50 am view looking towards Mt Colliery and the valley we were to hike. Thankfully sunny all day.

The pre-event orientation.

The first creek crossing and the last we saw of the hikers until we passed them on their way back. They all chose to walk through the water in their shoes.

Shoes off for us.

Lovely countyrside.

It didn't take long for the 4 bike riders to pass us, even with their staggered start.

About two kilometres in, the first of the horses walked passed.

Crossing No 2 was negotiated by rock hopping.

Crossing No 3.

The participation of the horses added to my enjoyment of the day. The sound of their hooves on the gravel, their snorting and the horsey smell of their skin as the day warmed up. One or two weren't keen to enter the water.

How a horse crosses the creek.

And how my darling friend Lyn [74] crosses without having to remove her shoes one more time.

And on the return journey, a new style.

The crossings may have slowed us down, but the chilly water was refreshing on our feet and gave us time to listen to the peace and serenity of our surroundings. Birds calling, frogs croaking, creek gurgling and a gentle breeze wafting through the trees. Sounds perfect but alas, a bulldozer was busy clearing rubbish scrub nearby, so not quite as idyllic as it could have been. 

The trail continued to be lovely. Killarney is on the Great Dividing Range so its elevation meant we were able to witness signs of spring's arrival.

An unexpected discovery on this isolated walk was 'The Avenue of Honour,' a treed memorial for all world war veterans.
On our return journey, we were accompanied along the way by a lovely local horse rider, who pointed out the plaque to 'Bill the Bastard'. 
Bill was a horse sent to Europe in WW1 as a member of the Australian Light Horse Brigade. He was Australia's greatest war horse and the unlikeliest hero. He served in Gallipolli and Egypt.
Schools have always taught the story of Simpson and his Donkey at Gallipoli, but Bill should have become as well known too. 
Since my return, I have downloaded from our local library, the book of Bill's story by Roland Perry and published in 2012, titled 'Bill the Bastard'. 
Major Michael Shanahan is also remembered on the avenue and he was one of the few riders able to stay on Bill and to me, was also quite a hero. You may be interested to read more about Bill and Major Shanahan, through the link below.

For the last couple of kilometres, the track was on private property. Imagine having to drive through these creek crossings all year. We arrived at an open field and the billy was on the boil beside the creek. Such a lovely setting. 
Sadly, as we were the only hikers keen to keep our feet dry and free of blisters, we had arrived long after everyone else and they were packing up. We had met both hikers and riders heading back over the last kilometre. Very disappointing to miss the camaraderie and friendship that would have been enjoyed over a cuppa. 

'Prick' the dog getting a lift across the creek!

He wasn't the only one. 
Lyn and I had crossed three crossings on the return leg, when the ute and trailer carrying the morning tea gear pulled up beside us and offered us a lift. We said no thank you as we were enjoying the hiking. Jan then offered to transport us across each crossing. Time-wise it was a good compromise. We didn't want to miss the sausage sizzle lunch.  As it turned out, Jan stopped to talk to a local at one point and we managed several crossings by ourselves before she caught up. It was quite exciting, however, to cross sitting on the toolbox of the trailer.

An interesting fence post was spotted.

And almost back, this beautiful Barn Owl was seen resting in a quite open space.

The valley we walked up taken after our hike.

On the drive back to Killarney we drove through the tiny village of Tannymorel. The community has raised funds over two years for a mural project, depicting the town's involvement in the railway and settlement of the community. The mural has been painted on the side of the 1890's grain storage shed.
It really is a stunning piece of art. So much more difficult on corrugated iron.

Back at the van, we made ourselves another hot cuppa and reflected on what a wonderful morning we had had. Lyn was thrilled that she had coped so well and was happy to do further exploring. More of that is to come in another post.

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