Back in Builyan there is the coffee shop we were supposed to meet at the start of the day. It is named Kirsten’s Cottage and given our daughter’s name is Kirsten we must take a picture of it and send it to her.
History – a word that creates memories of things, whether or not they are yours or something read or implied. Today we were going looking for Beautiful Besty, a World War II Lancaster that crashed in the hills around Gladstone in 1945. Unfortunately the weather is not kind today so the plans change.
Still willing to wander, we decide to do a convoy into the hills to Builyan and beyond. Our destination is the Boyne Burnett Rail Track and takes in the times of days gone by. In the hills around it there was logging and gold prospecting. The old rail line cut in, around and through the rugged landscape. With time, came depletion of the veins of gold and the thinning of lumber supplies. The line fell into disuse and eventually like so many human endeavours, simply left to rot.
First port of call is Calliope where Robyn and I arrive ten minutes before the appointed time. John and Julie arrive momentarily. Bruce and his crew call as we pull up. They are still fitting child seats in Gladstone and will be along in due course. John suggests this is par for the course for his brother, happy to sledge his brother.