Jan and Jo had to come down from the Sunshine Coast first and were held up in an unexpected traffic bog north of Carseldine; so after a restorative cuppa we eventually left Wavell Heights at about 10.30, bound for the Lockyer Valley.
The Legacy Way Tunnel (worked on by Jan's son Tim), improved our time somewhat, and we made it to Gatton in good time, noticing bushfires both to the north and south-east of Toowoomba
Vinnies was first up, and a nice bright shop it was. I found three items of clothing there, one the shoes I was looking for, for my costume for the 4WD club Christmas party.
Two shops up, the Red Cross had an interesting mirror, but nothing for me. I would encounter another identical mirror a few towns further on. We asked where was the best place for lunch and Cafe Thirty-Three was recommended. I didn't think it was possible to put as much chicken on a chicken sandwich as they did!
Then over the road past a nice young busker having fun with 'Ring of Fire' to the Salvos, where most of the clothes were priced at $3.80. Inspired by Daiso, I wondered? But no. There had been a move to increase prices from $3 to $4 but some thought this would frighten off the customers, so a compromise was reached. Now the shop has a dire shortage of 20 cent pieces. The perils of pricing by committee.
I was intrigued that they hang their pants and shorts sideways, with the hanger holding the side seam; not sure why this is any better than the traditional way.
One of my main aims on this trip was to complete my Colleen McCullough Masters of Rome book series. So far I had only managed to find books two and three (at Endeavour Capalaba). Here I found book one for $3. I was also looking for Val McDermid's Tony Hill books that I hadn't read, but no luck yet.
We still had the long drive to Warwick ahead of us, so decided that all the other op shops in Toowoomba would have to wait for another year. We went for a stroll through the flowers in Queens Park, which were still looking beautiful two weeks after the Carnival of Flowers. As we drove south, the smoke became thicker and thicker, and we heard on the news that a watch-and-act alert had been issued for the fire to the west of us. The atmosphere was quite eerie. We had a quick sticky-beak at Allora and arrived, tired but satisfied, in Warwick, where the next adventure awaited...
Great blog, Lesley.
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