Just before entering Cleveland spit, is the Grand View Hotel, perched above the low lying spit. This is Queensland’s oldest licensed pub built in the 1850s. With a wide veranda upstairs and a cool breeze off the bay, it’s tempting to try the bed and breakfast offered. Continue reading Queensland’s oldest?
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. Continue reading Disappearing farms
It’s not only Brisbane’s over thirty degree summers that has everyone reach for a cool drink, but the soaring humidity. That was why Cleveland was another coastal location my parents flocked to during summer. Continue reading Almost surrounded by sea
Wynnum’s wading pool brings back memories from my childhood when my parents drove my sister and I to Wynnum to cool off on Brisbane’s sweltering summer days. Salt water from Moreton Bay filled the enclosure at high tide to about sixty centimetres, making it safe for children. Continue reading A childhood haunt
This beachside suburb is a restful location I always visit on trips to Brisbane. Firstly, there’s a stretch of fish and chip shops where I can have one of my favourite fattening treats: a potato scallop. Continue reading By the Bay
In a section of the city blocked off from traffic where people meandered from one shop to the next or lounged at cafes clustered in the middle of the mall, sat the Brisbane Arcade. Continue reading Stepping back in time
Located just out of Brisbane in the Redlands area, the bushland setting housed a restaurant. I walked towards the building through paper barks, a tree often used in artwork. Some artists created an entire picture using the outer layer from these trees. Left alone, they are one of my favourite native trees. Continue reading Among the paper barks at Indiscapes
After our tour boat anchored, almost everyone took advantage of the glass bottom boats to view the reef, except me. I snorkelled over a different part of the reef to spy the wonderworld below. Continue reading Alone over the Great Barrier Reef
With the trip through Java to Bali over, there was no more of my daughter counting down the days till our return. I thought she’d never want to leave Australia again. Continue reading What did you ask?