Because of Cleveland’s rich red soil, it was once the bread basket of Brisbane. When we past through on our way to Cleveland Spit, there were farms on both sides of the road. Neatly ploughed rows of luscious volcanic soil were home to a variety of vegetables.
On my last visit, I couldn’t resist purchasing some local fresh food. But when I spoke with the farmer who owned the last farm in the area, he said he couldn’t hold out much longer. Suburbia was encroaching from all sides and I felt saddened that such rich soil would soon be lost to houses.