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We had a small disaster recently. A planned story didn’t pan out when most of the pictures were destroyed by a moody laptop, an un-cooperative Micro SD and a very cranky and frustrated middle-aged gay man. In a spasm of generosity, we made another trip into the lap of Queensland’s food belt.

The further away you get from Capital cities, the more interesting things become, fact of life.

We headed out on the Ipswich road chatting excitedly. The purpose of our trip is not what might first appear. You see, our parents have only two kids, both boys, and both gay. Our father was recently told that he had terminal lung cancer. Worse still, was that he has only a few weeks to live and was now confined to bed. It caught us all by surprise. You always think you have more time than you do, and when testing cars in Queensland I would normally take my old mate for a spin to his home town of Boonah. Dad was born in the small country town, and that seems a million years ago. He is still wide eyed at mobile phones and digital cameras, and the interwebs leaves him positively agog.

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ABOVE:  Abandoned cottage, A  pub in Harrisville

ABOVE: Farms in and around Boonah, A church Harrisville, A small abandoned cottage, A ruined house destroyed by fire

ABOVE: Farms in and around Boonah, A church Harrisville, A small abandoned cottage, A ruined house destroyed by fire

ABOVE: Farms in and around Boonah, A church Harrisville, A small abandoned cottage, A ruined house destroyed by fire

He is from another era, a slower gentler era. It had steam trains, and outdoor loos, and cars the size of Tasmania with their massive bonnet,s and ancient fume-belching engines.

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Volvo gave us a car. Go anywhere, they said. They said the city limits won’t frighten it too much, they said.   As you know, I’m fond of contemplating cosy, charismatic, country, cottages, and since seeing the photos of my last trip, my brother was too. With that we set off in our big red Swedish Staff Car, AKA Volvo XC60 D5 Polestar, for pastures greener, literally.

We did several trips deep into the bucolic beauty of The Scenic Rim, a rather unassuming name for rich farmland in the foodbowl of South-East Queensland.

The full story on the fancy schamcy oil burning Volvo Off road wagon will come late,r but for the pictures will have to do. They have been taken and edited by my dear brother to add a touch of drama and verisimilitude.

The pictures were taken mainly in the Fassifern Valley, just 100k, and a hundred years, from Brisvegas (aka Brisbane). The day was moody, and the purpose of the pictures was to remind dad of the places he knew from so long ago, which he will never again see. By now, only a few weeks from his 80th birthday, dad lay in bed, gravely ill.

Although his childhood house burnt down after having the new fangled electricity connected to it, the district is as stunning as ever. As sick as he was, he thumbed through the photos, a tear in his eye.

UPDATE:

Shortly after this story was completed, it was dad’s turn to have the butterfly on the door of his bedroom. It was a sign to visitors that the person within, had died. No matter how prepared you are, it hits you like a freight train.

Never miss a chance to ask questions. Never miss a chance to engage the older generation, they have so much to tell, if only someone will ask them.