Mr E is considering returning to teaching next year so we've been away for a couple of days up on the Atherton Tablelands looking at a couple of schools that may have positions.
On Friday we drove over 400 klms to Herberton, a small township of 900 that sits along the top of the mountain range.
Herberton is like a walk back in time, being the oldest town along the tropical Tablelands.
You drive in one end...
...and drive out the other!
In the middle of that road is the local pub, which was the only accommodation we could find...
See up on that balcony? That's where our room was.
The little old room came complete with a bed and basin...
...and an antique dresser.
That's me with the smile!
The bathroom and toilet were down the hall and 'round the corner, shared by all.
Seriously, this is my first time ever staying in a pub, but this was so quaint and simple that I decided it was a lovely adventure to share with Mr E. I even went walk-about all alone in the middle of the night to find the toilet. It was so quiet that I stopped a while to look out from the balcony into the dark, breathing deep of the cold night air and thanking God for so lovely a place.
Speaking of Mr E...
From the balcony we looked down on the library and post office in one direction...
...and the General Store in the other.
And the school?
Set amidst those mountains.
That was our Friday!
I managed to get a little stitching done in the car on the way there.
French knots mostly...
In my next blog post I'll show you some photos of our Saturday adventure, where we drove further along the mountain road to another beautiful little country town.
Right now we're a bit tuckered out from a very long day driving and sightseeing, so sleep and bed won't be far away...