by Krista | Feb 4, 2016 | Summer
As I Sue and I left gorgeous Jimbour House, we bid farewell to its lush gardens and lavish buildings and motored down the road past endless fields and tiny villages, keeping a weather eye open for a place to stay the night.
We’d decided beforehand not to limit ourselves with reservations or pre-planned stops, so finding a place to pitch my tent each day was always a bit of an adventure.
So far we’d been lucky, finding a wonderful camping spot in the Bunya Mountains with access to unlimited hot showers. (Is there anything better whilst camping than a hot shower?)
As the sun sank lower and our road led us down increasingly uninhabited stretches, we started to get a wee bit nervous. We drove onward, hoping for a campsite yet contemplated just parking under a sturdy tree for the night before it got too dark.
Then I spotted a sign for heritage listed Boondooma Homestead. We didn’t know what it might be – a museum? A restaurant? An empty site where something important used to be? But we decided to give it a go.
What a delight it turned out to be.
Boondooma Homestead is actually Boondooma Homestead Museum and Heritage Complex. It is a quirky yet interesting hodgepodge of heritage buildings and a range of accommodation from cabins and camping to a caravan park. There are hot showers (yay!) and clean bathrooms, acres of space to wander through, and friendly hosts who welcome everyone for nibbles and drinks each evening.
Heritage-listed Boondooma Homestead was the center of the original Boondooma Station, which was settled in 1846 by three young Scotsmen. They brought in sheep to provide an income of tallow and wool, and shepherds from Germany and China to keep the flocks safe.
Being so isolated, Boondooma relied on supplies brought in by wagon twice a year and stored in the Stone Store pictured below.
The Stone Store was built to store and dispense supplies to the Station workers, and later to local settlers until 1922.
You can take a guided tour of Boondooma Homestead, and explore many old buildings such as the post office (1850), original shepherd’s hut (1861), cool shed, and the original homestead that was completed in 1855. You can also participate in several events throughout the year including Spirit of the Bush, a heritage weekend and balladeers muster, and Scots in the Bush, a celebration of the Scottish people who opened up so much of Australia.
We, however, were happy to simply set up camp and enjoy a good visit, a glass of wine, and the stunning views of trees and fields.
I didn’t get to enjoy the facilities as much as I normally would since I had an epic bout of heatstroke thanks to way too much sun during the day. I’d forgotten that in Australia, even when it’s lovely and cool (in the Bunya Mountains), the sun is fierce and will knock a Canadian girl flat if she’s not careful.
So I guzzled water, had a lovely sleep, and woke to this view the next morning.
We were amazed at the peace and quiet of the place, and the utter absence of flies and mosquitoes. It was marvelous.
We had a leisurely morning, reading our books while we sipped our coffees and watched the sunrise.
We had those blissful hot showers then sat down to the dinner I was too ill for the night before. I’ve never had gnocchi for breakfast before, but it was splendid, especially with a fresh tomato sauce, fresh basil, and a couple of crispy roasted sausages.
What a difference a good sleep and some good food makes. Heatstroke was a (mostly) distant memory, and I was ready for our next adventure.
What is your favorite camping breakfast? xo
by Krista | Feb 2, 2016 | Summer
Entering the gates of Jimbour House is like stepping into the setting for a fairy tale.
Gone are the sun-baked fields and humble farmhouses of rural Queensland. Instead, my friend Sue and I found ourselves in a oasis of beauty and peace, where birds sang and warm wind blew through the tree tops.
Last time I showed you the front of Jimbour House and the wonderful kitchen garden. Today we’re ducking around the side of the house to explore the back.
To get to the back of the property you can slip around the corner of the house (see above) or, like us, get there at your leisure by wandering through the kitchen garden, across expansive lawns, and under wondrous old trees that provide the most exquisite shade.
The back of the property is a bit like a museum with lovely old restored barns and stables and even an airplane hanger. Placards bear all sorts of fascinating tidbits about the personalities who lived, worked, and visited Jimbour House over the past 100+ years.
I liked learning about an amazing woman named Nancy Bird-Walton.
Born 1915, Nancy was a fully qualified pilot by the age of 19. She went from being the youngest commercial licensed woman pilot in the British Commonwealth to becoming Australia’s “First Lady of aviation” in the 1970s. She became known as “Angel of the Outback” for her work with the Royal Flying Doctor Service and received an OBE in 1966. In 1977 she became a Dame of St John (Knights of Malta).
In 1936 she flew over rising floodwaters and rescued a man named Charles Russell who, upon seeing her, exclaimed, “My God! It’s a Woman!”.
And what a woman.
Past the barns and hanger lies the Bluestone Building.
Built in 1868, it was originally a two-story edifice with southern verandas on both levels. It served as the Bell family residence until the present Jimbour House was completed in 1877. Now the Bluestone Building is a single story structure used as staff quarters. I think it’s marvelous.
For awhile Sue and I wondered if we’d be able to see the back gardens of Jimbour House. Each entrance thus far had been guarded with Staff Only signs. But as we rounded the corner of the Bluestone Building, an unobstructed path finally led us inside.
It is a lovely spot, secluded by hedges and towering trees with a delightful mix of shady and sunny spots.
Once again we were amazed at how much of it had a European feel.
Doesn’t this shady corner look like a scene out of Italy?
The verandas are broad and wide and deliciously shady, positioned beautifully to catch the cooling breezes blowing in from surrounding fields. I think they must be gorgeous in the morning, flooded with sunlight. I wouldn’t mind one bit sitting out there with my coffee and a good book.
Off to the left is another Italian-esque vignette. I love those clambering vines and topsy-turvy urns.
In the center of the yard is a fountain with benches in four corners. No matter one time of day, at least one of them is always in the shade. Such a nice thing in a hot Queensland summer.
I think this part of the garden must be especially nice on a winter afternoon, the bricks reflecting much-needed warmth while the hedges and trees protect from any icy winds that might sneak through.
Visiting Jimbour House was a happy accident, the memory of which I will long treasure. It’s definitely a place I will recommend for anyone visiting Southern Queensland.
As the sun rose higher, Sue and I bid farewell to that magical place, climbed back in the van, and headed down the road. We found a shady spot at a park and indulged in a roadside picnic lunch of sardines, boiled eggs, fresh tomatoes and cucumbers, an assortment of nuts, ripe peaches, and piping hot cups of tea.
We were ready for the next adventure.
If you were planning a garden, what is one thing you’d like to include? xo
by Krista | Jan 30, 2016 | Summer
When rumbling along dirt roads in the proverbial middle-of-nowhere in Southern Queensland, there are many things you expect to see: isolated homesteads, endless stretches of gum trees, perhaps a few kangaroos or wallabies hopping across an empty field.
You do not, however, expect to see this.
Before Sue and I set out on our 8-day grand adventure exploring Southern Queensland, neither of us had heard of Jimbour House. An hour before we arrived there, we’d still never heard of it. But that’s when detours, mythical springs, and a bit of serendipity came into play.
We had just left our campsite in the gorgeous Bunya Mountains and were luxuriating in sunshine and blue skies as we motored down the road when we saw a sign that read: Boiling Springs Lookout. Always up for a diversion we backed up and turned down the gravel road and wended our way through countryside dotted with Queensland Bottle Trees and grazing cattle.
We finally arrived at our destination which, it must be confessed, was nothing like advertised. There was nary a sign of springs, boiling or otherwise, and the lookout, while pleasant enough, was certainly nothing to write home about.
There was, however, The Longest Man Made Structure In The World.
Also known as the Dingo Barrier Fence.
Built to protect livestock from the ravages of wild dogs and dingoes, the Dingo Fence stretches over 2126 km, and, as of 1999, is protecting approximately 4.7 million sheep, 1.2 million cattle, and 15,000 goats.
Constructed using wooden posts, strainers, star pickets, wire, and different types of netting, the Dingo Fence is cleared on both sides to a width of 5 metres. It is maintained by eight teams of men who patrol their section of the fence every single week. Amazing.
Also at Boiling Springs Lookout were two local ladies out for a drive. We shared a good laugh over the not-so-accurate signage and then they insisted that if we really wanted something good to look out, we simply had to visit Jimbour House. They gave us directions down a gravel road and off we went.
Are we ever glad we did.
Jimbour Historic Water Tower was built in the 1870’s.
Jimbour Station was developed in 1841 when Englishman Henry Dennis took up the property for pioneer owner, Richard Scougall, a Scotsman who’d arrived in Australia in 1832. Dennis established 11,000 sheep and 700 head of cattle and made Jimbour the first fully stocked station on the Darling Downs.
In its early days, Jimbour stretched over 300,000 acres and was the base from which explorer Ludwig Leichhardt commenced his famous exploration trek across western Queensland and out to the Northern Territory.
That same year, Thomas Bell, an Irishman, purchased the property and registered it as Jimba, said to be the local Aboriginal word for good pastures. Eventually the spelling evolved into Jimbour.
Although the Bell family built up the station by adding two homesteads, their finances took a turn for the worse and while the homestead was kept, the station had to be sold off.
Jimbour fell into disrepair from 1912 until 1923 when it was purchased and renovated by Wilfred Adams Russell and his wife, Millicent. They transformed the place and today it is a thriving property of 11,000 acres devoted to crops, cattle grazing, and wine production. Jimbour House is still owned and maintained by the Russell family, and is a haven for the arts, hosting Opera at Jimbour for the Queensland Music Festival, a biennial state-wide celebration of music and culture.
The road to Jimbour House leads past the historic water tower (see above) and Jimbour Chapel (see below). Isn’t it cute?!
Jimbour Chapel
The chapel was built in 1868 and was known for its “hearty services.” That made me chuckle. It also served as the first Jimbour School (1873) and a cinema in the 1940’s and 50’s.
From there a broad lane lined with Jacarandas and the occasional bottle tree curves up toward the house, and it isn’t until you’re almost upon it that you catch a glimpse of what unexpected beauties are in store.
I must confess that at this point Sue and I gaped. Repeatedly. At each other, at the entrance, and back at each other. Both of us are avid travelers and have trekked all over Europe, but neither of us expected to see such an unmistakably European setting in the middle of the Aussie outback.
It was beautifully jarring, and felt as if we’d mistakenly stumbled into a noble house in Italy or France.
We were enchanted.
We couldn’t stop smiling as we crunched along wide gravel pathways, craning our necks to look at palm trees and admire the glistening slate roof with its many folds and curves.
We admired the rose gardens and the lavender bushes fragrant in the hot sun, the sweeping terrace that was cool and shady even on the blazing hot afternoon we were there.
Then we turned around and saw the swimming pool with sweeping views over the downs. Can you imagine the marvelous pool parties they have on hot summer nights?
Thoroughly roasting by now, we happily trailed our fingers in the cool waters of the fountain. How good such things feel on a sweltering afternoon.
A few moments later clouds rolled in, giving luscious relief as we left the front of the sandstone mansion and went to explore the kitchen garden.
And what a lovely garden it is.
Across a pristine green lawn, a row of grape vines hints at verdant growth to come.
Entered through a gate marked with stone pillars, the Jimbour House kitchen garden is a bit of a dream place.
Spread over 3000 square metres, it is maintained in tribute to early pioneers who, because of their isolation, were reliant on their own skills in growing fruits and vegetables to feed themselves and their families. Rooted in Queensland black soil and fenced with local timber, the gardens are farmed as organically as practical, with all produce used by the Cellar Door, house kitchen, station staff, or the resident poultry.
Gravel pathways twist and turn between rock-bordered beds filled with fruit trees and great drifts of fragrant herbs. Depending on the time of year visitors can spot sunflowers, moon and stars watermelons, Turkish Turban pumpkins, and a range of heritage plants.
When we were there, silverbeet, Brussels sprouts, and other veggies were thriving.
Wandering the garden was greatly inspiring, setting my imagination whirring with ideas I could incorporate when I got back home to our farm.
As we emerged from the kitchen garden, the sun emerged from the clouds, turning the lawn into a shimmering, glowing expanse.
Next time we’ll explore the back of Jimbour House.
What is the best surprise you’ve had while traveling? xo
by Krista | Jan 28, 2016 | Summer
It’s a lusciously dark and rainy morning as Queensland prepares for a super cell storm heading our way. Hopefully it will just bring us good, drenching rains and no storm damage. On such a cozy sort of day, it’s lovely to work from my bed, warm under the doona, hot cuppas never too far away.
I took a break from sharing my Southern Queensland adventures with you to concentrate on my new job as Association Account Coordinator for Jennifer Cunha Law Office in West Palm Beach, Florida. In this astonishing age of technological advancement, I can work from my office in Australia for a law firm in Florida, having meetings on Skype or join.me, making phone calls through VOIP (voice over internet protocol), and conducting business through various online resources. It is brilliant. I’m learning so much and thoroughly enjoy my new co-workers who are not only skilled at their jobs, but somehow manage to make the whole process hilarious and fun at the same time.
My new work hours are 2 a.m. to 6 a.m. Queensland time, so you can imagine I’m a bit weary by the end of the day when I usually write my blog posts. But my dear ol’ body is getting into the swing of things now, and I’m figuring out a new schedule that works well.
So today we’re heading back into the Bunya Mountain rainforest where all is dark and cool, the trails are springy with moist layers of detritus, and there are treasures to be found if you just look down.
I’m enamored by moss, lichen, and brilliantly hued fungi. They lend such a magical air to the forest.
And mushrooms. They are wonderful too. I have no desire to eat them, but they always put me in mind of folk tales and fairy tales and stories from the Black Forest.
The rainforest was an ever changing vista. One moment we were oohing over fabulous fungi discoveries or aahing at a fat goanna waddling past, and suddenly we’d round a bend and discover a nearly hidden grove of Australian grasstrees with their marvelous pot bellied grass skirts swaying in the breeze.
And then it felt like we’d plunged into a scene from Jurassic Park or Tarzan as massive vines twisted and coiled across the forest floor then up into the trees before disappearing into the canopy above. The pictures don’t convey their immensity, but each of the larger strands have the girth of an average size person, the smaller ones are as big as a leg or stoutly muscled arm. Incredible.
Aren’t these tree roots wondrous? Sinewy and curvaceous, staggeringly huge.
Then more vines coiling themselves across the landscape like tentacles or serpents.
And more splendid tree roots. Wouldn’t this tree make a most excellent fort or hideout?
Exploring the Bunya Mountains through the rainforest trails was incredible. Mind-blowing, heart-soothing, soul-soaring.
After so much inspiration and wonder, we simply had to end the day with comfort food: garlicky mashed potatoes with lemon pepper, crispy roasted sausages, and red wine.
Sue and I crawled into our beds that night with pleasantly tired bodies and big smiles. I listened contentedly to the wind buffeting my tent as I read a couple of chapters by lamp light, then drifted off for a thoroughly good sleep.
xo
by Krista | Jan 25, 2016 | Summer
It’s been a beautiful weekend with just the right mix of fun and rest.
Sunday was spent with dear friends at our friend Sue’s house in Brisbane, chatting up a storm over a table laden with roast chicken, homemade spelt bread, heaps of veggies and salads, cold beers, and more than a few glasses of homemade wine.
When we weren’t visiting, we were in Sue’s back yard engaged in medieval combat and practicing archery. So. Much. Fun. At least it was until I let off a wild shot that punctured Sue’s water tank and sent precious water squirting out like a fountain! Ack!
Thankfully there was no shortage of handy blokes on hand and while one plugged the hole with a stick, others scrounged in the shed for washers and bolts and soon had the hole fixed. Phew!!! I was horrified, but once the hole was fixed everyone laughed heartily and teased me mercilessly. Sue thought it was hilarious, bless her, and her neighbor’s grandsons praised me enthusiastically for my fantastic archery skills, the little buggers.
Today was much less dramatic, but every bit as fun. I had an honest to goodness Day Off. No farm work, no writing or law or school work, no garden or house projects.
My friend Parker always makes scones on a resting day, and I followed her excellent example with a big batch of tender, buttery Spelt Cheddar Dill Scones. Swoon.
I spent most of the day tucked up in bed relaxing my little heart out, sipping coffee, eating scones, writing in my journal, and reading an excellent new book Sue loaned me. Bear popped in now and then for visits and to show me the new scabbards he’s making for our swords. Clouds made everything dark and cozy, and smatterings of rain sent the most fragrant breezes through the open windows.
I feel so much better: rested, nourished, spoiled. The best Day Off I’ve had in ages.
What is your favorite sort of Day Off? xo
