The Travels of Mouse: High Tea

… And when I say High, I mean high up!

Mum made a booking this time, and despite a bit of sitting around waiting for the Stop & Go man at the Range roadworks, we made it to the Hervey’s Range Heritage Tearooms only 15 minutes late. Which they clearly expected. I’ve shared morning tea with the Staff before, but I must say, this one was a bit of alright! Mum’s going to put in a link to the menu, so you can see the sort of thing. I wasn’t terribly interested in her apple & cinnamon scones with butter and plum jam.

They looked OK, but not my kind of thing. I know I’m not an obligate carnivore, but I do prefer my snacks meaty. So Dad’s corn fritter stack with tomato and chilli salsa, avocado with balsamic vinegar and a side order of back bacon rashers was much more my kind of thing. Especially the baaaaacccoooonnnnn mmmmmmm. Er, excuse me, I was just having a moment there… It strikes me that the bacon was less a side order than the main feature (I mean, you can hardly see the fritters), but neither of us was complaining.

There was some debate about whether we’d make a run out to Charters Towers after that, but the Staff were feeling rather stuffed around the tummy department (no surprise there, then), and I can always use another nap, so we decided to leave that to when we’re back here on the return trip. Dad was at school there for a while, and it’s supposed to be a nice town with an interesting gold rush history, so we’ll see what it has to offer for doggos as well as the Staff. Mum did score some new fabric when we did a tiny detour via Olive Branch Quilts. She had a good old rummage in the remnants bin and came away with two bits of red and white floral prints. Good for her, so long as she doesn’t expect Me to wear them. The green bandanna is much more my style.

We’re moving on to Cairns tomorrow, so the Staff have been Putting Stuff Away, which I never like, it’s so unsettling. I made my displeasure known by taking over first Mum’s bunk and then Dad’s. There was lots of squeaking and growling about it, so I reluctantly moved on, but I feel I made my point.

Still, Road Trip tomorrow!  Always fun, so long as someone else does the work…

The Travels of Mouse: Spring break #1

Humans are funny old creatures.

I tend to leave the arrangements to Mum, on the basis that if she does it all, I don’t have to lift a paw. So far this policy has worked very well. I watch her ‘anxiously’ while she loads up the caravan, wiggling my eyebrows and looking as pathetic as I can manage. This generally results in extra pats, frozen chicken necks, meaty treats and extended belly-tickling privileges. But sometimes, it can be a bit hit and miss.

Yesterday was fine. We got away on time and reached Bowen at early lunchtime, so that Dad didn’t have to stand too long in the queue at Jochheim’s Pies. We got to our usual bench in the shade at the beach, and my offers to quality test both pies were accepted – I do like to make sure my humans are being properly fed and there’s nothing nasty in their lunches. On from Bowen to Townsville, and this time we’re staying at a different holiday park, closer to the centre of town and a bit smaller. Mum says she thinks it’s OK, not too noisy or cramped, and Dad feels the water pressure in the showers is acceptable, if not quite as good as our normal place.

The plan was to have a lazy start, a bit of lunch for the humans and then head up Hervey’s Range to the Heritage Tearooms for a Devonshire tea. Dogs are welcome, humans attendants may also visit. Trouble was, this Covid-thingy had changed the opening hours and when we got there, it was shut already. Pity. I was looking forward to my puppacino. Never mind, it seems we’ll try again tomorrow, and book this time to make sure.

Then, we thought we’d drop in at GAP, where I was adopted, so I could say hello to Miss Gail and the other doggos. But somehow we missed the turning off the highway. So that was a washout too. See what I mean about human arrangements? I’m sure I’d have managed better if I’d been in charge. Still, Mum got some good shots of the view from the top of the range (709 metres, or 2,300 feet, Mum says). She also says she’ll take photos of the Devonshire tea tomorrow… if we ever get there, of course.

Left, Magnetic Island; Centre, Castle Hill with Cape Bowling Green beyond it; Right, Mt Stuart. From Hervey’s Range. Click to enlarge

Oh, and I did get a really excellent run in Sanctum dog park off leash area. I got to play with Ruby the golden retriever and Athena the Rough Collie puppy, who is going to grow up into a Lassie look-alike. Of course, I was faster than both, but Athena especially was lots of fun, she was only 17 weeks old and still very rolypoly, with her puppy coat and huge paws.

Right now, I’m zorsted, and Mum says as soon as I’ve finished dictation, she’ll prepare my dinner so I can snooze the evening away while she and Dad sew and read and watch a movie. It’s nice that we (by which I mean they, naturally) don’t have to pack up for another whole day.

I am looking forward to getting to Cairns, though. My most favourite caravan park!