It was hubby's birthday, so we decided to head to his childhood haunts for a weekend break (yay, no masks needed). He grew up in Toowoomba, which even though on the top of a mountain range, flooded badly in 2011, with heartbreaking results. A very sad time. Fortunately, no-one we knew was hurt or killed. But to this day, there are still bodies that have never been recovered.
Toowoomba has always been a big country town, but it's turning into - well, a bigger country town :=) And with all the usual suspects, like nightclubs and bars, and trendy cafés, and a fabulous indie bookshop. And several Thai restaurants and lots of street art. It's fabulous! Oh, and lots of beautiful old buildings.
|the view from the front of the hotel at sunset|
|we ate takeaway Turkish in our hotel room - chicken shish kebabs|
|there was textile art by Beatrijs Van Rheeden|
|we saw street art by Elisha Rei on the back of the Art Gallery|
|and a red-tailed black cockatoo by David Cragg on the local Council offices|
|we drove into the countryside in the pouring rain|
|we drank prosecco in a trendy bar called Fitzy's|
|and ate buckwheat crepes in a gorgeous little café called Burrow|
|and scoffed down delicious marzipan Mozart Kugeln|
|we had omelette with sourdough and smoked salmon for brunch|
We met up with my peeps for brunch at Sweet Talk café - i.e. the ladies of the pod as I call us. I am part of a very small Instagram pod called the PodStars, and we meet up for an insta meeting several times a year. Always delightful to see them, and to share taking photos. So lucky to have met up with these ladies; it's not that easy to make new friends after you've finished up working.
|Mr P. checking out another old building|
|we drove past the old railway station - with extra silos on the left|
|and then there was a cappuccino for me, and hot choc for him|