When we left Millstream we went across the top to Mt Herbert, along the way, we saw a picture for one or both of my parents to paint. The panoramic views from this area was something that we did not truly appreciate until we saw this shot with the Sturt Desert Pea in the for ground.
The next stop and short walk was the cool spot of Python Pool.... the only weird thing was that there was hardly any birds at this spot... quite eerie.
We moved to Port Samson, which apart from the first viewing of the whales breeching did very little for me... but we did go to Cossack, and I must say the old cemetery bug hit! This is the grave of William Shakespeare Hall one of the original pioneers of the area. It is always fascinating to me when I can read the local history in some of these fantastic buildings and then find the actual grave of the person I have been reading about... I know you all think I am odd, but hey, each to their own.
This is were Stephen got me were he always dreamed... in Gaol.... this is the local prison in Cossack...now used along with the local post office as an art gallery.
These are the remaining buildings of what was a thriving town of the area, and this is only one of the towns that are now small pockets of properties all over this vast area of this country. Most of the original town was built in timber and the 1898 cyclone destroyed most of the town, stunning!
When we left Millstream we went across the top to Mt Herbert, along the way, we saw a picture for one or both of my parents to paint. The panoramic views from this area was something that we did not truly appreciate until we saw this shot with the Sturt Desert Pea in the for ground.
The next stop and short walk was the cool spot of Python Pool.... the only weird thing was that there was hardly any birds at this spot... quite eerie.
We moved to Port Samson, which apart from the first viewing of the whales breeching did very little for me... but we did go to Cossack, and I must say the old cemetery bug hit! This is the grave of William Shakespeare Hall one of the original pioneers of the area. It is always fascinating to me when I can read the local history in some of these fantastic buildings and then find the actual grave of the person I have been reading about... I know you all think I am odd, but hey, each to their own.
This is were Stephen got me were he always dreamed... in Gaol.... this is the local prison in Cossack...now used along with the local post office as an art gallery.
These are the remaining buildings of what was a thriving town of the area, and this is only one of the towns that are now small pockets of properties all over this vast area of this country. Most of the original town was built in timber and the 1898 cyclone destroyed most of the town, stunning!
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