Warwick Part 2

Yes, I know, a bit slow getting back to part 2. WARNING, very long post with no craft. This post is a bit of a travelogue.
After the quilt show we went to Glengallan Homestead.
This is the cover of their guide. I thought Hubby was taking photos on his camera, so I just enjoyed the atmosphere. Wrong, never mind.
This poor old homestead was never finished. Later it was abandoned and left to deteriorate. The Glengallan property was important to the history of the region and wool production. The Friends of Glengallan Society worked for many years to save, preserve and restore the house.
The house is beautifully situated with a commanding view east, of the valley leading to Cunningham's Gap and mountains. It was a very hot and still day when we visited.  The deep verandah seemed to create its own breeze. When we walked inside, the very thick sandstone walls created a definite drop in the temperature, making wonderfully cool rooms. The one wing that was finished would have been impressive in its heyday. It even had an ensuite with a slate lined bath and a flushing toilet. This would have been very much the ultimate in house design at the time.

The next day we went bushwalking at Goomburra in the Main Range National Park. We did the Cascade Walk. Yes, I know the brochure warned there were creek crossings, but there were so many! At least I got a lot of practice  rock hopping.

 On our last day, we went out to Leslie Dam. As well as being Warwick's water supply, it is a great place for picnics, fishing, and all sorts of boating activities.

 These rather large and impressive sculptures at the dam are of Patrick and Kate Leslie, pioneers of the district.

Couldn't resist this photo -does it bring to mind the old saying 'shag on a rock'.

On the way home we stopped at Cunningham's Gap lookout. This is a 'gap' in the mountain range before the road descends to the Fassifern Valley. Although, recent roadworks  have made it safer, the decent can be scary at times, but not as scary as it once was. We read the information sign that told how in the past, the drays were lowered and raised  by being tied to the trees. This is the way my ancestors would have travelled here and at the Toowoomba Range road. It was in stark contrast to the much easier way we descended that day.
 Well that's it for our weekend away at Warwick. It is a pretty little city for a getaway. I can recommend it. It has lots to see and do and great food.

Take care,
Cheryl (aka Kayly)
PS: Does anyone else have photos in posts that won't stay where you want them?

Labour Day Long Weekend.

DH and I were able to have a long weekend away up at Warwick. Warwick is about a 2 hour drive south-west, on the other side the Great Diving Range. It is a pretty little city of around 13,000 people. We have decide we could live there, if we ever wanted a treechange, particularly, as it is the home of Glenrose Patchwork. I returned this weekend to their 'Airing of the Quilts'.
This a fund raiser for the Breast and Prostate Cancer Association of Queensland. This was the 5th Airing and Glenis and Percy Pugliese (the owners) were hoping it would take them over the $50,000 mark in funds raised over the 5 years. I hope they made.
A lot of work goes into putting on this quilt show (indeed all shows) and it is done with the aid of family, friends and volunteers.

It was more than just quilts. There was yummy food, stalls, belly dancers and others.

 Percy's in the shade here, cooking up the sausages.

 To the right were delicious sandwiches, cakes, slices and drinks. To the left and beyond were stalls from other vendors and groups.

Okay! I'll admit it. I shopped. I'll blame DH. There was a twister quilt (above) on display that caught his eye. We were lucky enough to be able to buy all the bits needed to make one like it. Yes, another one for the list! Maybe I'll work on it when I go back for retreat there next year.

When I started this blog, DH (the computer whiz)  was concerned about identity security. He preferred I didn't use my real name. I did not have a catchy nickname like others. Instead, I used one of the ones my mother called me. It has lead to a bit of confusion. In others' photos, I am labelled under different names. So forget it. My name is Cheryl. Yes, another one. I know there are several of us with the same or similar name blogging here in Australia. I don't care if you call me Cheryl or Kayly, just, as my father says, don't call me late for dinner!

Warwick Part 2 coming soon.

Take care,
Cheryl (aka Kayly)