Springing into the Valley!

Boyne Valley Musings and Musos! Spring has Sprung! Quote of the Week! Happy Snaps! Come n git it!

Boyne Valley Musings and Music

The Boyne Valley sits to the south of Gladstone, and it’s a big valley, a little over one thousand square kilometres.

The population is approximately 300 people. Roughly, each human out there has 4 square kilometres of space to enjoy (in theory), if they weren’t all jammed into the little townships sprinkled throughout the valley.

They’re a mob of ‘doers’. They get ‘stuff’ done. And one of those things is the annual, Boyne Valley Showcase! A weekend highlighting all the wonderful things this neck of the woods has to offer:

And that’s where we come in, or head out?

Doll was asked to provide the entertainment on Saturday, so we leaped into the Mighty Cashcow, rounded up some musical friends and headed for the hills, which surround the valley (without the hills it would be a canyon… I think?)

Anyway, as usual, we had a pretty good time. Caught up with mob out there, ate, drank, sang and had a lot of laughs. It’s a nice part of the world.

Christina, Trixie and Pete:

Christina Joy:

Nagoorin Hall:

Boing!

Spring has clearly jumped the queue in Gladstone this year, barging past the last of the Winter chills like an impatient tradie at the cold coffee drinks fridge at the servo.

Normally, we’d be bracing ourselves against the dreaded late August westerlies, when icy blasts sneak over the Great Dividing Range to give us one last frosty touch up before the warm weather arrives.

But this year? Nope.

It’s as if the westerlies decided it was going to be too much effort, phoned in sick and went back to bed.

I deliberately left my beanie out for the occasion, but for the past two weeks we’ve been enjoying unseasonably warmer weather.

I can hear the words of my Scottish grandfather in the distant background, “Lovely day, we’ll be paying for this no doubt.”

But I don’t think so. If the westerlies haven’t shown, then they’re not coming (he said tempting fate by packing away his beanie).

The mango trees are blossoming, I’m starting to sweat while mowing and the local magpies are sharpening their beaks for ‘Swoop-a-Thon 2025! No Cyclist Left Unhit!’

So, it’s off with the doona (we won’t be needing you for another eight months my friend) and time to dust off the ol’ beach towels.

Spring is back and it’s time to play!

Quote of the Week!

Upon seeing Trumps latest decor touches to the Oval Office decor some anonymous wit commented:

“It looks like Liberace vomited!”

Happy Snaps

‘Tractor Eggs’ spotted near Bororen, Central Qld:

Boids wrecking a tree:

Fire season kicking off early:

Scooby and the Gangs’ Mystery Machine has clearly fallen on hard times (but I like the home-made houseboat for dealing with swamp and sea monsters):

Maybe the gang can solve the mystery of who is leaving all these long, grey hairs in my brush?:

If they’re ever looking for a Grey-Haired Hippie Wiggle also called Greg, then I know a bloke:

Frank the Donkey on tour:

Where there’s smoke…:

Stolen from Substack

Wanted - hedge trimmer with own leaf blower:

I’m going with AI generated, or coloured, but I liked it, so here it is:

No privacy but a great view:

If you know, you know:

Interesting stickers, but too many red arrows:

Eve has a plan. Granted, not a great plan, but nevertheless:

Hey, thanks so much for dropping by, let's do it all again next week!

Cheers,

Gb