Queen Mary Falls is one of those places I’ve always wanted to visit but for one reason or another, I never seemed to get there.
A while ago, The Pillion and I nicked off to the other side of the New South Wales – Queensland border for some R&R. We usually just head down the coastal route via Mt Tamborine or Springbrook.
This time, for something a bit different, we decided to head out via Boonah and Killarney.
Last week I presented an eBook about touring Tasmania on a motorcycle.
This week I thought I’d share another eBook, this time a little closer to where I live.
Well, it’s about 2-1/2 hours ride from me, but I consider it part of my backyard because I can easily do a return trip in a day.
The other day while travelling between Sydney and Brisbane, The Pillion and I decided to take a detour off the Pacific Highway for a rest break.
I often harp on about how good the roads and destinations are around these parts.
History, people and the surrounding scenery come together to make most places special in their own way.
Last Sunday The Pillion and I took off down to Northern NSW yet again. I’m not sure what draws us to this part of the world, the roads, the scenery or something else.
It doesn’t matter though, because every-time we head down that way we find something new to enjoy.
First off, I’d like to apologise for some double posts you may have been receiving in recent weeks.
As I alluded to in a previous post, I’ve bought myself a Tablety/ iPady thing for our trip away, and I’ve been learning how to drive it, using the last couple of posts as test beds.
One limitation that I’ve noticed was that if you use the App to draft the post and then schedule it, all is good. BUT! If you then make some quick mods on a computer or laptop and don’t sync the app with the new computer version, you end up with double posts.
This shouldn’t be a problem once we’re under way, because I wont have access to a computer. If it does happen again, please accept my apology in advance.
Have you ever gone out for a ride and stumbled across a place you thought was just perfect?
Not perfect because it has all the mod-cons, or because it has a great view or anything like that, but because it’s a sleepy village with 1/2 dozen shops, a pub and a bit of history.
So I get this message on Friday night from a friend.
I’m at this market for the weekend. You got time to come down and say G’day?
Some of you who have been reading my blog for a while would know I grew up in Western Sydney in a place called Penrith.