Milk Run

Brunswick Heads is a bustling little place and we know from past experience that it is no place to try to park with a caravan.  However, a car pulled out right in front of us and a coffee shop, directly across the road from the CAWI (animal welfare) op shop.  What made this even more miraculous was that it was Saturday market day. It is a cramped little shop that features an illuminated goose.  There was concern when we arrived because the goose was not, in fact, illuminated.  And the woman who was concerned kept calling it a duck. 

We had an interesting experience there with a woman who was occupying the sole change room at the time, despite the fact that at that point she was yet to find any clothes to try on!  I didn't find anything to buy there, nor at our final shop, Vinnies, which we visited while dodging raindrops.  Jan's friend Colin's Mum wasn't working there that day, and I couldn't find a single item to buy. No How to Host a Murder boxes were in evidence, nor street directories, so just like that I won the bingo prize.  It is the first time that at least one card has not been filled.

We squeezed under an umbrella at the coffee shop and Jo borrowed a cloth to wipe down the table, since the hippie vibe in the establishment did not seem to extend to such things.  We then had a quick drive around the main block and pointed Mandy's nose north.

I wanted to visit Billinudgel, which doesn't have an op shop, to buy some frozen pies from the Billi bakery. These are the finest pies on the NSW north coast. You may also buy them at the pie cart in Lismore.  

Did you know that the pub in Billinudgel was used in the final season of SeaChange which was mostly filmed at Brunswick Heads? 

The young girl behind the counter at the bakery complemented me on my necklace, which was all it took to tell her our tale and convince her to photograph us in out final oufits. The theme was The Colour of Milk, which is an obscure Norwegian film.  Some of our milk was flavoured.

We had now visited 31 oppies, not visited 11 (including the two that had vanished), and bought shedloads of stuff. The car was full.  I bought: 9 tops, 8 pairs of pants, 2 men's shirts, 1 men's shorts, 2 pairs jeans, 1 underpants, 3 bras, two necklaces, 1 pair shoes, 18 balls of wool (for my friend Suzette, who texted me halfway through the trip that she only wanted 8 or 10 ply!), 3 books, 4 magazines, a set of steamer baskets, 3 pairs tongs, 1 jigsaw, 1 soap, 1 mug, 1 glass, 1 pillow case and 1 mystery object. Total outlay $157.10. 

The cost is lower than might be expected because we went to very few of the big three chains - Vinnies, Lifeline and Salvos - and concentrated on the church and community shops.  On the whole I was disappointed with the book selections, and I did not buy one pair of earrings.  One of my better buys was the underpants covered with smug-looking sloths.

If there was a theme for trip number 11, it was taking the wrong turn-off, especially onto bridges over the Clarence, although the girls kept muttering things about speed bumps and potholes. Wimps!

We gained an hour while daughter Heather was waiting at home to be competition judge for the first time.  In the first category, Jo won best magazine for her collection of horrible folk art.  I thought I was a shoe-in with my copy of Private Eye with Boris Johnson on the front.  Jan and I were looking nervously at each other, because last year Jo won all the awards except bingo.

I thought my "doof" coffee mug was cute, translating from the German into something like, "without Mum, everything is stupid", but Jan was a worthy winner with her hammer-handled mug.  It read "if a man says he'll fix it, there's no need to remind him every six months". 

Jo had thought she had it in the bag with her Chris Lilley mug that read "Shove it up your arse, Margaret", but I happened to know that Heather doesn't like Chris Lilley!  Now Jo is looking for someone called Margaret... 

The next category was Best Souvenir.  How could Heather resist my tacky ute muster T-shirt, complete with truly awful artwork?  My daughter is an artist, after all.  She picked Jan with her Yamba Prawn Stars bowls shirt.  It's tacky, but is it a souvenir?  Maybe they swap shirts at the end of the game?

I didn't feel confident with my mystery object, which was designed to stamp pretty patterns on sausages, thus making them "designer sausages", according to the packaging (which was wrecked by Crystelle on day one and which I had removed).  Jo had a food smoking device of some sort (which Heather identified), and Jan's was a miniature water filter designed to go on a tap. Its purpose certainly wasn't obvious. Needless to say, Jan was the winner because 2024 was The Year of Jan!

We had our usual fabulous time, enjoying the camaraderie that comes from over fifty years of friendship, and I can't wait till Road Trip Number 12. Over to you, Jan...  

   

 

Muddling to Mullumbimby

I had saved Yamba's best for last.  The biggest oppy on town is the Wellspring Church one, well out of the centre of town and lurking behind the Coles shopping complex.  It has two separate sections, and Jo immediately dived into the obvious one. I pointed out the other door and suggested to Jan that it might be a good place to look for a skateboard. She found eight!

I stumbled across a necklace thingy that would be perfect for my final outfit, but can't remember what else we bought.  I need to take better notes. In the second section I found possibly the quirkiest item of the trip, a bottle of hermit crab salt. Did you know that hermit crabs need to bathe in salt water regularly? You do now.

Heading back towards the highway, I took the wrong exit and we ended up on the old Harwood bridge across the Clarence.  This was becoming a bit of the habit.  Still it added a bit of excitement to the trip. The section from there back north to Ballina is the most tedious part of the trip. Now that the op shop at Woodburn has been destroyed by flooding, there is no reason to stop anywhere. The new bridge over the Richmond River has no character, unlike the old one at Wardell. Poor Wardell was already almost a ghost town before they built the new road, and now the transformation is complete. Broadwater is much the same, and there used to be a great cafe there in an old church.

We hit the oppies of Ballina again, this time starting at the Helicopter Shop, which supposedly stays open till 3pm. Except on Fridays, when it closes at 2.30. The internet does not know this. Of the three Helicopter Shops we tried to visit, we only managed to get inside one.

Lifeline and Salvos stay open later, so we managed to visit both, although there wasn't a lot to buy, and prices were high.  We found a game of Boganology (not in Bogangar!), and Jo just had to have that, although we never did get to try it out. Once again, we didn't visit all the op shops of Ballina, as I forgot both the ADRA one and the NRAS one. Mea culpa.  Next stop Mullumbimby.  I had intended a slight detour into Bangalow to visit the lovely church op shop there, but I must have been mad to think we could get there before they closed at 2.30.

Our digs for the night were to be the Mullum Motel.  After our highway drive, we found it and squeezed down the narrow driveway, parking next to the bins, as there was no place to stop while you booked in.  The sign on the 'office' door said the key had to be picked up from the Middle Pub.  Off we went again, down a one-way lane, round the block, found a park in the busy main street, and I located the key person.  He said parking back at the motel was first come, first served.  We nabbed the second-last park, lugged all our stuff upstairs and collapsed.

At this point, loud noise blasted in from next door. It turned out to be the band at the Services Club practising for their performance that night, with the door open.  They actually sounded pretty good, but there was no nanna nap for us.  We could have wandered up to the Vinnies and the Anglican shops, but we thought we'd leave them till the morning.

Dinner at the Middle Pub was the plan, but as we rounded the corner we could see a seething mass of people on the upstairs verandah, and hear a lot of very loud music, so went to the Services Club instead.  We didn't fancy being onsite when the verandah collapsed. The Nepalese goat curry at the club was excellent, as it should be considering all the kitchen staff are Nepalese.  

Jo then decided she wanted to go to the concert, despite our freebie preview. Jan and I left her to it.  From our room, we heard it all anyway, and it didn't cost us $20.  Jojo Smith turns out to be a bit of a local legend. She has played many Byron Bluesfests, been a backing singer for Renee Geyer among others, and still has a big following.

Jan was up for a stroll in the morning, so we tried a bit of geocaching at the old railway station.  Sadly, someone set it on fire a few years ago, and we think someone else has pinched the cache.  Next stop was the banks of the Brunswick River and a general insight into the culture of Mullum. These was a man sitting right beside the road meditating.  We peered into the window of the Anglican, and discovered it doesn't open on Saturdays; checked out Vinnies and decided it looked more like a boutique than an op shop, so we wouldn't bother.  We did see some pretty funky window decorations in another shop though.

At 8.31, we were at the Uniting Church oppy, which opens at 8.30 on Saturdays only. I was still in front in the bingo comp because Jan and Jo were missing street directories and we all needed How To Host a Murder.  Mullumbimby did not help any of us.

We tried to find Jan's parents' old home at Myocum on our way to Brunswick Heads, but the area had changed so much that nothing looked familiar.

    

Still South of the Clarence

We drove up the old highway beside the Mighty Clarence River to Maclean, detouring through the narrow streets of Ulmarra. I was distraught to discover the Southgate ferry is now permanently closed, so there will be no more watching it from the lovely shaded lawn behind the Ulmarra Hotel.

We were early enough to catch a couple of Maclean oppies before they closed, including my favourite, REServe.  We told the woman there we had come from Grafton. "Did you find a park?" she said.   The Salvos was still open but we weren't quick enough for the Anglican up the road.  Still no skateboards or street directories for the girls' bingo cards.

The Uniting was also closed but we recreated the photo taken there years ago of Jo (Buchanan) next to the Buchanan tartan power pole, right outside their front door.  Maclean, "The Scottish Town in Australia", is famous for these, and the tourist info centre can give you a map of all the locations.  Ancient Leslie is still hard to find, trust me.

Off to our cabin at Maclean Riverside Caravan Park we went.  The manager is a bit of a comedian, but the cabin was fine, and we had the very front one, complete with riverside view, as much as you can see over the flood levees anyway. 

Jan decided her dinner cooking contribution would be takeaway pizza, so she ordered and I drove her down the main street, where parking can be difficult, but we lucked the last spot. It was peak hour at the pizzeria and they had forgotten the garlic bread, so it was just as well I brought my crossword with me.

Not long after we ate, we heard the rumble of thunder, and the BOM map showed a big storm rolling north to the east of us.  We thought we had missed it until we heard hail falling and I dashed outside (in my nightie) to move my car under cover at the garage next door. Not quick enough! About eight cars appeared from nowhere in seconds.  Fortunately, the hail was small, and I wasn't too wet.

Speaking of wet, our clothing theme for next day was The Colour of Water.  Jo had decided to open a couple of windows for air circulation in the night and a second storm while we were asleep meant wet floor and curtains.  We cleaned up as best we could.  She had decided to enhance her outfit with a raincoat (just because it was there), so posed in it for a photo before we headed out for the day. Then she took it off because it was too hot.

We quickly completed the
Maclean op shop collection via Vinnies, Uniting and Anglican op shops, after first driving across the highway to Maclean's more downmarket twin town, Townsend.  I had picked up a map of Maclean's oppies the day before (you can do this in Ballina and Toowoomba too), and discovered there was one in Townsend. I had visited the town more times than you can count on our annual 4wd club strips to Brooms Head and had no idea the shop was there.

It is a nice oppy, with a serve-yourself tea and coffee bar. I have never seen this before in an op shop.  Strange noises were coming from the hall next door where the local private school was starting their weekly do-it-yourself church service, but it just added to the atmosphere. I found a mug here which I later regretted not buying as a contender in the 'best mug' comp.  How would you wash it? The dishwasher would be a definite no-no.

From Maclean/Townsend, it is a short drive east to beautiful Yamba, which has three op shops.  The Helicopter Shop in town is close to one of the town's multiple cafes, so we patronised both, and Jo bought a pair of shoes at a proper shoe shop.  After that, we drove up onto the headland to check out the two lighthouses, the main swimming beach and the mouth of the Clarence.

The Uniting Church shop on the Angourie road is cheap and cheerful, and it was here that we found a volunteer to take our Colour of Water photo.

Purple Rain

We had visited Ballina in the past, but had never managed to visit all the op shops there, because there are so many.  I had made a list of opening and closing times so we could optimise access, so as soon as we hit town, we headed for our second visit to the Anglican one, because it closed at 3.30.  We were already too late for the ADRA one.  

Time was running out to complete the next day's outfits, the theme of which was The Colour Purple, for reasons that will later become obvious.  Between the Anglican and Vinnies, which closed at 4, we just got there.  Jan was looking for a flat pancake pan for her brother Gary who lost most of his belongings in a fire earlier in the year. At Vinnies, we found one. 

The Helicopter shop over the road had already closed, and we were tired, so it was off to cabin number two, at Shaws Bay Caravan Park, well away from the flight path.  We were in a nest of cabins with our own private barbecue area, and in front of the mini-golf course, complete with watercourses, fountains and our very own crocodile. We were surrounded by palm trees, so there was a nice private feel to our cabin, which had the correct bed arrangement.

It was my turn to cook dinner, so we sat on the deck watching out for flying golf balls, while eating a curry enhanced by free zucchini, and then crashed. We don't have the stamina for post-dinner games that we used to have.

However, Jo and I did have the energy for a morning walk.  We did the nice new walking track out along the breakwater as the sun rose, and then a loop around Shaws Bay. I even managed to find a geocache in the park where the old cemetery used to be.

We could have waited for the local shops to open before heading off to Grafton, but decided to go early, which was just as well. I had taken the girls there on a previous trip, where I forgot that the jacarandas bloom later there than in Brisbane, and we had only seen one tree in flower that year. I was determined that this time they would see Grafton is her full October glory. 

I took the girls into the city centre via the historic old bridge, where the trains cross the river below the cars, then aimed for the Anglican oppy right next to the cathedral.  I drove into the cathedral grounds just as a car was leaving and took that spot. We found out later that it was the last parking spot in Grafton.  I had thought we would be in town the day before Jacaranda Day, which is the biggie during the annual Jacaranda festival, but nope, we were right in the thick of it.

In the Anglican, we also discovered that all the shops in Grafton close at noon on Jacaranda Day, so the focus is then fully on the market right down the middle of Princes Street (the main street, closed for the day) and in Market Square nearby.  I knew that the shops had a window decorating competition, but in the Anglican op shop, the purple decor continued inside. None of the purple clothing was available for sale until after Jacaranda Day.  

The shop assistant was dressed in black from top to toe, in protest, she said. The male staff member was playing a guitar, going through his full range of "purple songs" which seemed to consist of four: Purple Rain, Deep Purple, the Flying Purple People Eater, and Lavender's Blue. I think he was looking forward to midday.

We paid for out purchases and shoved our way through the crowd to the Hospital Auxilliary Op Shop, who had done themselves proud with their window display.  In there I found a new pair of black jeans for Michael to replace his beloved old pair which are falling apart. They cost me $4. Jo found an identical pair of pants to the ones she was wearing as part of her Colour Purple Outfit.

We inspected Market Square, nobly ignoring most of the stalls, and making a beeline for the giant kewpie doll that is a feature of the festival, as this was the perfect place to pose in our purple outfits.

Next stop, purple ice cream which you just have to eat on Jacaranda Day.  I am pleased to report that it is berry flavoured and still delicious. I had my last one with Mum about 45 years ago.  For those who don't know, Mum was an old Grafton girl.

While we were scoffing our ice creams, we spotted the Lifeline across the road, which still hadn't closed its doors.  So that made three shops ticked off the Grafton list. The woman in the Anglican had already told us that the Salvos was closed for renovations, so that saved us from a wasted trek. We had coffee and munchies instead.  

While we were sitting there, we watched various teenagers smearing each other with shaving cream - another Jacaranda Day tradition. There was also a very happy group of young blokes whose matching jackets were a mixture of hi-viz yellow and purple aboriginal dot painting designs. We found out later they were on day release from the nearby Clarence Correctional Centre, to help with erecting and puling down stalls etc.

Back at the cathedral to retrieve the car, we went inside so I could show the gals the beautiful angel-shaped font where I was christened a long time ago.  The angel did not seem impressed by my presence. We also spotted a beautiful white jacaranda tree in the grounds. Not too many of those around.

I then took the girls for a drive around town to show them one jacaranda-lined street after another, plus the fig-tree avenue which is less widely known about.

Then it was off to South Grafton in the forlorn hope that the three ops shops there might still be open.  South Grafton was completely dead, but what else is new? 

I had meant to then drive straight back out of town but was tricked by a certain roundabout and we ended up on the new bridge headed towards town.. This is a McBurney tradition, because Michael and I have done that in the past as well.  It is definitely less picturesque than the old bridge, but is gives you a good look at it as you head for the Villiers Street roundabout to go back for a second viewing en route to the main drag back north to Maclean.

  

Bingo, Bogangar and Byron

We had all done well the previous day with our bingo cards, finding antique silverware, party invitations, Christmas tableware, a glass etched with grapes, an Andre Rieu DVD, a knitting pattern, a sequinned cushion etc, but some things were proving tricky: a skateboard, a street directory, a book of poetry and a How to Host a Murder game. The other two had each easily found an umbrella, but so far, I was out of luck. 

The next hopefully fertile field was the Tweed Coast Community op shop in the back streets of Bogangar.  I didn't find any umbrellas but did pick up a paua shell pendant to wear with my water outfit, for the bargain price of $3. The neck area of the kaftan looked a bit bare. For the whole trip, I looked unsuccessfully for a replacement silver chain for my boulder opal pendant that I have owned for years.  I have just this minute realised that the chain on the paua shell one will be an adequate replacement for the time being.

One interesting thing that I spotted in this shop was that they sell buttons by the glassful. I have never seen that before.  Presumably you bring your own container. 

From Bogangar to Pottsville is just a short hop, via beautiful Norries Headland and Hastings Point. We had no time to stop for photography, but headed straight for the back street where lurks the Pottsville Community Neighbourhood Centre, only to find that the street was chockers with cars. We headed back towards the main drag and managed to find the only parking space in Pottsville.  All became clear after our trek back to the neighbourhood centre, which was having its weekly market day.  The op shop would have been fine by itself, but add all the stuff outside, and it was amazing!

I was the first to find an under-the-building area next door, where I hit serious bingo paydirt. Not only was there a skateboard, but an Adelaide street directory as well.  

It was squeezy upstairs in the clothing area, but eventually we negotiated the change-room, strollers, a helper obsessed with selling a child's Halloween costume to somebody - anybody - there immediately, and strolled back to the car, which just happened to be parked opposite a coffee shop.  Kismet!  Coffee and cakes followed.

I had planned to completely bypass Byron and its traffic congestion and paid parking, but on our recce when Michael and I were heading for the solar train, we found a very quirky oppy indeed at North Byron.  It is called Golden Ripple and has a serious hippy vibe, as well as cheap prices.  The car parking bays are in old spaces for landscaping supplies, which have now had artwork added. 

There was treasure inside, but also loud music, which just about drove Jo around the bend.  I found the only book on my booklist for the whole trip as well as Tennyson's Idylls of a King, which meant I could cross off "book of poetry" on my bingo card.  I was now seriously in the lead.  There was a Lismore T-shirt there that I would have loved to buy but it was too small.  Golden Ripple disappointed me in the magazine department; in fact the search for interesting/unusual magazines for that competition was proving more difficult than I expected.

From Byron, we skirted Ballina and headed up the cutting to Alstonville, where there were three oppies, one of which we had visited years before. It is the Anglican and it is a goodie.

By now, I was getting frustrated by my failure to find an umbrella.  Jan tipped me off that I should look harder in the shed out the back, and sure enough, I spotted one near the door on my way out. I also found a magazine, but it was fairly boring (Horsewyse, for young female horse-lovers). It was, however, free.

We were getting tired, and definitely hungry, but managed to fit in a quick trip to Vinnies before discovering that the only place in town that sold coffee and was still open was the lovely Miles & Henry bookshop.  By the time we had finished there, and regained some energy, the Uniting Church shop had closed. C'est la vie!

 

Pyramid Power

The trip down the M1 wasn't too bad till just north of Burleigh where the navigation software sent us on a detour because of congestion.  It was quite a pretty ride through West Burleigh and I  only missed the correct turn once.  

Our destination was the Pyramid Caravan Park at Tweed Heads West, the origins of whose name seems lost in the mists of time. We could see no pyramids, just cabins that were cheek by jowl with each other.  I was trying to drive into the narrow carport when the man from the site opposite came out and wearily suggested I should back in.  Good suggestion.

I had researched all our accommodation options carefully, because although we are three travellers, we require three beds.  This cabin was supposed to have a queen and two doubles.  The office closed at 4pm and we had to get our keys from a keysafe, so when we discovered we only had two queens there was no hope of talking to the manager.  Research showed that the two alternative bedroom layouts are listed on the park's website, but not the Discovery Parks app, which is how I had booked the (otherwise quite nice) cabin. 

Not one to be daunted, Jo found that one of the lounges was a fold-out bed (that clearly had not been folded out for some time, and that the queen beds were triple-sheeted (or double-sheeted, depending on whether you went to Oxford or Cambridge), so she helped herself to one sheet from each, and voila, there was a third bed. And Jo wasn't even a Girl Guide!

We congratulated ourselves and sat down to wine and cheese and whatever else, when a commercial jet flew over our heads at approximately 200 metres!  We were right under the flypath of Gold Coast Airport.  No wonder this caravan park was cheaper than the others.  It wasn't as bad as it sounded though (which was very bad indeed) because the last plane flew over us at about 8pm, and there was no action until well after we awoke in the morning.

Jo was first up to provide dinner and she outdid herself, with frozen two-course individual serves for each of us.

Busy Kennedy Drive did not seem a suitable venue for an early morning walk, so I just strolled up to the office to give the woman there my rego number, as per instructions, and tell her about the beds. She was concerned (mostly that we had opened up the dusty fold-out bed) and said that next time I should ring after I had booked to confirm that we had the bedding we required. What? At every place you book? Not going to happen.

On the way back to the cabin, I said "good morning" one of our neighbours' wonderful collection of garden gnomes. Lots of permanents in this park.  Some of them of very short stature.

It was time to deck ourselves out in our Colour of Money outfits. I had envisaged a sea of bright, clashing hues, but we were actually quite muted.  Jan was blue for $10 notes; Jo was green for either $100 bills (current) or $2 bills (past). Of course the currency didn't have to be Australian, so I guess she could have been a greenback dollar.  Or a very old pound note.  I made up the cashbox with my silver coin contribution.  

The first op shop I had on the day's itinerary opened at 9am on the Tweed Coast, so we were off and ready early, shoving Mandy's nose out into the Kennedy Drive traffic, otherwise we might still be sitting there.

 

Mount Gravatt, mostly

Almost eighteen months after our last trip, because the McBurneys travelled to Western Australia in the interim, it was my turn to organise Op Shop Road Trip number 11.

The girls arrived from the Sunshine Coast; we had a quick cuppa, then headed off in Mandy the Subaru to Connected Inc at Banyo.  Jo had been there before, but Jan did not know of its existence.  We crossed a few easy items off our 2024 bingo cards and I immediately found treasure.  There was a set of three old pressure cooker baskets there for $5, and they are now mine.  

Off to the southside we then headed, to the first of two church-run op shops on large church campuses.  This one was Gateway, and here I picked up a contender for the third dress theme of the trip.  I had chosen "Colour" movies: this sparkly kafan was perfect for The Colour of Water.  It was a small, but friendly oppie.

Next up was Citipointe, a well-hidden secret revealed to me a few years ago by my cousin Sue.  It is well-stocked to the point of overcrowding, and also sells cheap groceries to those who need a bit of help financially. This was shop number three and I still hadn't found a thing I could wear on day two, when the dress theme was to be The Colour of Money.  I thought that one would be easy.  Outside was a huge bin of huge zucchini...and they were free! So we added to our food stores for the trip.

We headed for Mount Gravatt Plaza, for both sustenance and the Lifeline I had previously recced there, only to find the shop was empty.  Not to worry, there was a cafe nearby.  Out to the main road and underground parking close to three shops in the one block that I had also recced, to discover that the Children's Rights Australia shop - a good one - had also vanished.  Salvos and Vinnies to the rescue.  I found a great TARDIS teapot, but at $30 it stayed there.  I started to find clothes that suited, so I began to feel better.  I also thought I had found the winner of the souvenir competition, a Glen Campbell 51st Los Angeles Open golf tournamemnt whisky bottle from 1977, but at $55, that wasn't going anywhere either.

At Vinnies, there was an enthusiastic but eccentric staff member called Crystelle who had an interesting approach to wrapping.  I had found a candidate for the 2024 mystery object competition, still in its packaging, which she proceeded to roll up and cram into a coffee mug, thus destroying the packaging.

We still hadn't completed our outfits for the next day, and I had only one optional shop left, the YMCA at Upper Mount Gravatt, so we headed there with fingers crossed.  What I found there was actually just the shoes I needed for my Melbourne Cup Day outfit, but still no top for The Colour of Money.

I suggested we try just one more shop, the RSPCA at Underwood, and there I finally found a grey and silver Tshirt - plenty of money is silver - and I even had my sixpence earrings with me, so we were now all ready for the morrow.  It was time to head for the border, where we would lose an hour because of daylight saving time.