Miz Lizzie Adventures: Here at last…

It has been a long few days…

Mackay to Cania Gorge, Cania Gorge to Toowoomba, Toowoomba to Mt Warning, Mt Warning to Nambucca Heads. About 1500kms in 4 days. We also seem to have had an unerring instinct for choosing spots with little or zero phone and internet signal. Lovely and peaceful, but not conducive to posting!  We finally arrived last night trailing a tyre on Miz Lizzie which has a big gouge out of it, one of the steel bands in the tyre has been cut by something (probably one of the many savage potholes on Mt Warning), and the tyre is bulging dangerously. One of today’s first jobs is to replace that with the spare and buy a couple of new ones.

We’ve had lovely sunny weather the last 4 days. Of course, last night it started to rain… Not torrential, just steady. This morning is damp but the rain is clearing. I hope for some photos! Here are some from last night, to give you an idea of just how crowded and built up our holiday beach is… The sand is almost white and very fine silica sand, it squeaks underfoot, not like the coral sand up north. The images are small so I could get them all in side by side, but the files are larger so you can click on them if you want a closer look.




We met up for breakfast yesterday with Nanette, a fellow blogger whose town and home have been devastated by the floods that followed Cyclone Debbie. It was great to catch up with her, and we’re lost in admiration at the resilience and spirit of everyone affected so greatly by the flooding.

With luck, I’ll have slightly more interesting things to show you over the next few days, now that we’ve stopped hurtling down highways for a while.

I love a Country Show…

I’m not talking about the big city ones, all fairground sideshows, pricey showbags and corporate marquees like the Sydney Easter Show.

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Some of these babies are still in use…

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He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he?

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There are some suprisingly good paintings there, including one I’d love to own

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The RM Williams mobile country wear shop. And a gratuitous truck shot for the Husband….

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Bone dry, dusty ground, and as a concession to the 32C weather, less formal riding attire than usual…

I’m talking country shows. Horses, cattle, sheep, dogs, poultry. Best cake, best jam, best bread, best mango chutney. Best eggs, vegetables, flowers and hand crafts. Fresh local bacon sangas or scones, jam and cream being served in the luncheon pavilion. Stalls with local cheese, smoked goat sausage, handmade leather belts, wrought iron, work boots, Akubras and straw hats. Working dogs and working horses, show ponies and petting zoos.

For three years, I lived in a small mountain top town, where everyone knows everyone. It had a tiny hospital, a golf club, a bowls club, an RSL, the Top Pub and the Bottom Pub, a local policemen and the doctor was versatile enough not only to push some pills at you, but stitch up agricultural accidents and do minor surgery. I had to move away eventually, but I still love that town, I visit regularly, having family and great friends there, and I was fortunate enough this time to be spending some time convalescing there while the Show was on.  I tottered around the stalls and displays for nearly an hour before my energy gave out, but captured some images to remind me of what it is about this place that is so endearing. The Dorrigo Show is a treasured celebration of the good things this tiny town of 1500 souls has to offer, and of the indomitable spirit of the place.

These days, it’s cattle country, horse country. A place of old families handing land down from father to son, of people belonging to the history of this place in a very real way.  Sixty years ago, it had a department store, a dairy, a cinema, a taxi service. That was in the time when this beautiful plateau supported thriving dairy and timber industries. It had a railway service, and a hydro electric dam supplied the town with electricity. All that has gone, but it’s still a beautiful place, one to which people are drawn again and again, and some come to stay.

I don’t suppose I’ll ever go back to  live there, but I’ll never want to stop visiting… especially at Show time.