I found this in a little General Store in the small village of Wiangaree. The store had lots of bits and pieces from the past so one day I’ll go back and grab a few more photos. It was a very hot day and I had to go as my scrumptious Rum ‘n’ Raisin ice cream in a waffle cone was ready.
I have no idea of the age of the sign. I am glad the green disc was still there. The shop owner didn’t have the original lamp either.
Perhaps the train looked like this one lol
Years ago my uncle got a job with the council roadworks team. My aunty rang Mum and said that uncle had been arrested for stealing items from the council works depot. We rushed over there in disbelief but when we arrived the signs were there.
Here is a few fruits of a Quandong tree also known as Blue Figs,
And now for the deadly part.
When I had chooks a few years ago, it was devastating to find dead birds after a Spotted-tailed Quoll paid a nocturnal visit. Notoriously hard to catch, I set the trap with a dead chook previously killed and I managed to trap it. I released the Quoll in the Gibraltar Range National Park in the morning. Once I opened the cage it was gone in milliseconds before I could get a photo of the Quoll not in the trap.
A gateway that lead to where PJ the horse knew where his meals appeared. PJ died a few weeks ago. He spent his retirement on the property next door to my besties as we were unable to load him onto the float to bring here to my place. He was quite old and was a rescue horse. He was treated badly by men, from what we can work out, as he didn’t like me around at the start. In the last few years he would come to me and rub on me, let me catch him when he strayed onto a neighbours place and would follow me around the paddock when it suited him. Sometimes when we were working in the paddock, he would have a gallop, do high kicks and fart making us laugh. Goodbye PJ my equine mate, going to miss you.