HEY THERE
Tango, an Australian Stock Horse.
Beautiful patterns of light were filtering through the glass from the sun and flickering all over the footpath.
This small town boasts this most interesting place to visit and to walk through the doors a wonderland awaits.
The owner is only a relatively young man who is quite different. He sometimes fires a cannon off at 2 am or gets into one of his many fire engines and lets the sirens go. He also has a telephone box in his front yard where he is hoping to do a quick change into superman. Thank goodness for those whose resounds to a different beat .
Fantastic wood carvings...coffee tables carved from tree stumps and roots. The owners latest buying spree was in Indonesia so wonder at the size and height of the trees taken from these stumps
A trick of the light.....or......very chilling when thinking of the poor souls imprisoned here. The building and aquisition of this area as a lunatic asylum was one of the first projects undertaken by the newly formed Queensland Government in 1865.
The building appears to be constructed of timber, tin, sandstone, and brick whether additions were added at later dates I have not discovered.
I read this was the worst unit of its kind in its un enlightened hey day in Australia.
Our crumbling history......the record is not available and found in some instances conflicting as to what went on behind these walls, depending whether or not one was an inmate or warder/nurse/keeper.
The situation in those days long ago with axe murderers interned with dementia sufferers, young with old and the keepers acting within the knowledge and attitude of those times would have produced a nightmare for them and their actions and the suffering of some of the interned would be beyond the comprehension of most of us.
When I was young even though I lived in the far north of Queensland in the Gulf Country I was aware of the spectre of being "sent to Goodna" if I were naughty.
This building is high on the banks of the Brisbane River and to the right of the building looks over the River.
A little early....I do hope they survived the unseasonal bitterly cold weekend.......
The other neighbours...wonder how they decided who slept in the rig and who used the tents.......ah ha workers in the tents naturally and owners in the heated air conditioned comfort......their privalege.....I could have used one of the dinky tents
Camping on the weekend...minus 4 degrees earlier this morning...hoses cracked from the ice and our mob under an open awning not like the neighbours who camped in their huge rigs.....
My friends and I camped away on the weekend and took the horses with us and had the opportunity to see different aspects of the country via horseback.
Rode through deep gloomy forestry with huge sheets of tea coloured water. The reflections on the water was like a dark mirror. Looked like the images of the everglades in Florida USA. Unfortunately did not aquire the point and shoot to carry on the horse and was too tired to take decent photographs of the camp.