DAY 67 THURSDAY 13/8/2026, MARYBOROUGH, 10 – 24
Woody washed the caravan this morning, while I made a quick dash into town to photograph a house that I’d seen a few years ago. On the corner of Churchill and John Sts this classic Queenslander also has a polygonal music room on one end. One day, when I get the courage, I will draw this house. Whilst in the area I stumble upon Point Lookout high above the Mary River and the delightful Elizabeth St. where meticulously loved homes with tropical gardens are fronting a shady street of Jacarandas, each tree set in a colourful bed of bromeliads.
Back at camp and it’s my turn to clean the inside of the van. We have a restful afternoon. Dinner is rissoles and salad.
I used to think that Maryborough had dozens of Queenslanders, after many visits I changed that number to hundreds. Now, I must revise my thoughts again, there must be thousands of them in this fascinating city, and almost all are well kept and cherished for their uniqueness.
The people across from us seem very nice. “Don’t encourage them” says Woody. “They don’t drink.”
Accom: $32.00, Fuel: $14.98, 6.27lt, (2.389)
