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.

Road to Brookton

PART 1 TRIP TO BROOKTON

Well this was going to be our biggest roadtrip that our mob had ever gone on, a trip to Brookton (137kms) then across to the township of Beverley then on to York and back home. So with the Commodore packed with a few picnic tuckerbags and fore kiddies strapped into their seats we were off on our trip. But first we had our first stop at Churchman Dam for our Breaky Break, it helps to have a full tummy before heading into the bush hay.


After packing up our mess we set off driving along the Brookton Hwy, and before we knew it we were driving down the main street. As you can see the township is quiet a new one as it only started up in 1899, which only makes it just over 100's old...... a baby hay.








As you can see their is a park alongside the railway track which has a whole collection of these old farm equipment like Harvesters, tractors and other local farming memorabilia. that was used a fair bit ago. Now seeing that I don't really know the names of these farming stuff, i'll give ya a little history on the township of Brookton. (by the way these stat's are from 1996)


Well Brookton is just a typical small wheatbelt town with a Population of 580 with an average rainfall being 459mm, in 1884 the GREAT SOUTHERN RAILWAY came through the countryside so the township came into being. In 1906 the first proper road was made but it wasn't until well into the 1950's that it was sealed and I get the feeling that it hasen't ever been resealed!


Other town stat's are that it has 315,927 sheep, 1,340 cattle and 395 pigs. And as for production of grain which is the town's main reason for being, it has a yearly total of WHEAT (in tonnes) 38,228, OATS 9,053, LUPINS 7,904, BARLEY 5,965 and CANOLA 193.




We then went walkabout around the town and found the main street, their was the normal stuff you find in these little old bush towns. Like two Hotels a little supermarket, a couple of cafes and a busy newsagent's. A big shop selling Harvesters and farming stuff and a sportswear, post office, one ANZ Bank and a couple of ATM's.






And we found the old Brookton train station which has a little water feature, so I got a photo of the nevilles next to it. It was one of the best ones i've ever seen mate a bloody little beauty. But that was about all Brookton had for us to see, So we then went back to that park across the railway and let the kiddies have some fun climbing all over the farming stuff (as you have seen in the photos).









So with the kiddies pretty happy with their legs stretched we all got back in the commodore and we headed off to our next destination BEVERLEY, which was only about 35km's away..... Next Post hay.

Off to York

Well it was time to pack Esmay the commodore and take her out for her first sunday drive, and what better way to go then a nice sunday drive to YORK. Now for any nevilles out there who don't know where York is, then it's about 97 km's from Perth city and about a lazy 80 km's trip from our home. It's a real beaut old fashion bush township situated in the fertile Avon Valley, and sits on the muddy banks of the mighty Avon river. Now for a bit of history.... York was founded in 1830 as the first inland settlement in Western Australia, by a bloke called Ensign Dale who was given the task of exploring what lay east of the Darling Range. He decided to call the place York after he was reminded by the rolling green countryside, (in the middle of winter) of his native homeland of Yorkshire in England. Funny thing is if he had seen the place in summer he might of called it after Aries bloody rock!!! Fairdinkum, just like most places in Australia when it becomes summer it just turns to every shade of brown you can think off.





Here's the kiddies in the main street on the Avon Terrace, which still has the fashionable facades of the old days which gives it that real beaut old bush township feeling.


We then headed down to the river and hit the picnic area and the swings, then we started our bushwalk for the day which went along the banks of the Avon river. The walk is called THE AVON RIVER WALK TRAIL, which carries on for just over a kilometer then you turn around and walk back. In this picture the kiddies are on the Mini Mongers bridge, this is about the half way mark.

And here is the mob at the old crossing of the Avon river, in summer I might of let the kiddies have a little splash about but this being a nippy cool winter morning I might have to keep an eye on them. And after a nice little bushwalk we came upon the thing which we were coming to see......



That's right a beaut old suspension bridge!! Now I just love these old suspension bridges and three of the kiddies love them too, can you guess which little neville doesn't like them? .... That's right poor little Oscar wasn't all that chuffed with the idea of crossing a river on a swinging piece of wire, but he came along (well he wasn't staying by himself hay) and all the way across he kept telling me what he thought of this silly bloody idea that his old man had. But he made it to the over side in one piece and was happy when we set off up the road towards an old church at the end of the street, it turned out to be the Holy Trinity Church of York. After having a gander we went back down to the river side and crossed the bridge again, with a little Oscar having his say in this bridge crossing caper idea till we got to the other side.
Here is the kiddies just hanging around and you guessed it Oscar was next to me holding me hand, no chance of getting him standing out there with that silly mob.



But just to stir the little fella up we went across again, well you never know when we will be up this way again hay. And the other kiddies were all up for it but between me and you I think they just like seeing Oscar going off, well it is funny to see believe me.








After a walk and some sticky beaking there was only two more things for us to do, the first was to fill our hungry tummies with some beaut fish n' chips. And the other was a short drive up to the top of Brown mountain for a gander from the lookout. Now this lookout is a real ripper mate, the photo doesn't do it justice. You can stand up top and see right around the whole countryside, it's one a those real beaut lookouts that is really worth the drive up to have a gander. And this brought us to the end of yet another one of our little bush trips, and the end of Esmay the commodore's first road trip with us but differently not the last.