Trip to Beverley

PART 2






Well after we hung out on all the farming stuff at Brookton, it was back in the commodore and off along the Great Southern Highway towards the township of Beverley. It is only a quick drive of about 35kms before we were on the outskirts of the township, at the town entrance we saw an old Vampire Jet airplane so we had to have a little stickbeak.








Then it was time to park the car and off we went for our street walk, for a bit of saturday arvo window shopping. The township of Beverley is a vibrant rural Wheatbelt community with a population of 1600, and is about 130kms east of Perth. It lays on the sleepy banks of the Avon River and was founded back in 1838, making it one of the oldest settlements in Western Australia.


We walked till we came apon a beaut Aeronautical Museum... At the entrance you'll see a Vampire Jet No. A79-638. This aircraft was a two-seat trainer. Australia built almost two hundred of this type of airplane..... cool. The museum is a tribute to the aviators of Western Australia (so it says) which fairdinkum would of been beaut to have a gander at, but not with this bunch of riff raff by myself. Fair clack-of-the-whip I get stuffed just keeping an eye on them let alone walking through a friggin' museum!










This Memorial just outside the museum was dedicated to the lost crew and passengers of an Skymaster DC4 airplane that crashed nearby on the 26th of June 1950, five crew and 23 passengers were all lost, poor buggers.






After a stroll back down the other side of the main street which is called Vincent street, it was time to have another smoko these kiddies just don't stop friggin' eating. Their was a picnic spot next to the train station so with a sausageroll each to keep them bizzy the old fella got a chance to sit down and rest! (poor old fella) up on the walls of the eating area was a few photos of the township back in the old years, here is one of the photo's. It was of an old rabbit trapper and his victim's hanging on a rope next to him, pretty cool hay.




Then after smoko the kiddies went and watched a goods train that came through town, then suddenly the train driver hit his horn and within one second all three kiddies were right next to me. It scared the crap out of them.... you little beauty! But about one minute later and they were all back at the fence watching the train go by. And that was about it for Beverley and we jumped back into the commodore and headed for York, which was about 35kms away... just down the road.




When we got to York we went straight to the best part of York.... the suspension bridge, and as you can see even after a few weeks of being away little Oscar still doesn't like the idea of crossing it.








But since his with dad he has to give it a go and lets just say.... he still doesn't like the idea! But that was the last town we stopped in, as all that was left was a drive back home. All up it was just over 275kms for the day, not a bad little drive for the nevilles and were all ready for our next outing.... poor little sods.