C2c lap blanket

 I took away some wool and finished squares to put together. I grabbed some other bits and pieces of wool and took them as well, just in case I finished the squares. Well, I did finish and started on a blanket.

The wool I grabbed was all bought from op shops so it is a very cheap, to me, blanket, more like a lap rug as it is not very big. I crocheted until the end of the pinky mauve one and then decreased, didnt have a tape measure with me.

I love the c2c as it makes its a nice square just by the stitches. I rarely have pink in my stash as I prefer blues but I think the pink and grey looks pretty good.

It is 80cms by 80, the last corner was done with blue and white 4 ply together that I picked up while away. I bought just about all the wool that op shop had and it was an armful as I didnt have a bag with me, luckily they had bagged most of it. Think there will be enough for another two blankets at a cost of $10, bonus!

I want to make the next ones at least a metre square probably 120 square would be a good size.

Home sweet home.

 We arrived home around lunchtime. We knew it was forecast to rain Friday morning and we woke to some drops. We had put everything inside the night before. We packed up quickly and went to Maccas for breakfast.

The rain got heavier as we got closer to home. We were able to set the camper up in the backyard. So far the car has been unpacked and washing started.

The weather was great all the time that we were away, now its cold and wet, I had to find some socks to wear.

Maryborough

 We were staying at a farm stay north of the city and wanted to go south to a boat ramp. While doing this we noticed that some streets were closed due to market day. We decided to go back there for lunch, it was only 10am.

Parking was an issue when we came back and by the time we parked and walked to Adelaide street the market was being packed up. We went to a cafe and ordered lunch, then I wandered to the town hall. To my surprise, I saw the town crier dragging a small artillery gun and Mary Poppins. She took a phone call so I chattered to the town crier.

Apparently every Thursday they hold markets, close the main road. These two were in full costumes and the gun is fired at 1pm.

Gin Gin

 We pulled in here on the way up for morning tea and discovered that in the town centre, there were parks for caravanners on both sides of the road. Brilliant. Parklands, seating, kids playgrounds and toilets in the middle. 

Obviously some one was thinking and there were heaps of people pulled in there and of course buying coffee or eats. 

We aimed for Gin Gin on our way home and decided to buy lunch and drinks. Had to queue at the bakery to be served. We had the choice of a cafe or the bakery and Warren choose the bakery, he was about eight in line so I left him to it and wandered off up the road to find the only cache in Gin Gin.

Pasties and a shared doughnut went down rather well and we arrived at the picnic table at about the same time.

Bit hard to tell from the photo but great spot to stop.

Our car is the red one with the through traffic continuing past.

Mt Larcom

 West of Gladstone on the highway is Mt Larcom, again a tiny place, at least it did have a pub, supermarket and a cafe.

We travelled along the roads to Gladstone and discovered the two biggest instrudries in the area, coal and every thing that goes with it and Orica, which we did not know what they did. Good old google. The company manufactures explosives for mining and road construction. How would have thought.

Toilets at Mt Larcom township, the pies we had for lunch were good.

Greenhill.

 A very tiny little place on the coast. Lovely caravan park but poor mobile and tv reception. The cp had activities during the week but not on the weekend when we were there.

There was however four caches, one a mystery with a difference, we needed water for that one. A nice walk of about 300 m from the van. It was an easy find but then we had to work out how to open it. Someone had said they had been there for an hour. It looked like an electric jug with a collar and we both had the same thought, did the collar turn or twist. It did! Inside was another solid looking canister, we poured the water in and the canister rose up so we were able to grab it and pull it out. Signed log and we were off to the beach to  find the second one. 

Back to the camp site and a drive into town, got within 500m and it was a 4wd road only in. We walked, the cache descprition did suggest keeping an eye out for crocs. Lots of 4wds at the end of tge road as it was a boat launch place into a creek that then went out to the sea.

Next one took much longer, again a walk to the beach. There were rocks and Warren said he would go up. I was happy to leave it.

I walked on further and found an easier way up without going up the rocks.

It had not be found for several months and I calked it quits but someone said he would have one more look.  Yep, he got it. 

Wolfgang monument

 From Sapphire to Sarina, we went through only two towns, Rubyvale, 7 kms up yhe road and then Clermont about 20 minutes further on. 

I had seen that there was a cache at Wolfgang monument about 160 kms away, seemed an ideal spot for coffee. No facilities there except table and seats. It was at the top of a rise and we could see for miles. 

The blurb was interesting and gave info regarding the property, owners and the like. In 1946 it had been surrended to Government to grow food for Britain. What the? Didnt they realise how far away England was? It said the same on one of the plaques, still sounded like bull....... to me. It is now a mine, mining coal.

Anyway we enjoyed our coffee, found the cache and continued with me driving. An hour up the road, a vehicle with a flashing came towards me, usually they said wide load but this had something different. I slowed not sure what to expect, nothing happened, I had moved to the extreme left of tge road, then a cop car came with a red baton motioning me over. I pulled right off the road and stopped. Ten minutes before this massive vehicle came towards us, it was a bucket and covered both sides of the road.

The bucket heading for the mines.