Summer seems to have come early on the Sunshine Coast here in Queensland. Hot sticky nights that are normally the preserve of January and February have begun to test the powers of getting a good night’s sleep.
Now this might sound like a good old whinge, but as I sit here enjoying a coffee in my “today” office at Banjo’s Bakery and Cafe on the Sunshine Plaza at Maroochydore, I find have discovered a tiny micro climate where the breeze is sweeping along the banks of Cormeal Creek. How pleasant is this welcome break from the oppressive heat I have so recently stepped away from?
The view today, is somewhat less inspiring due to the development of the Plaza building on the opposite side of the creek, but in the fullness of time this will transform into a relaxing and tranquil space.
Banjo’s is one of my favourite coffee spots in the Plaza. I am particularly fond of their Danish, be it the apricot or apple version, and it is the latter that is the pick for today.
After a very torrid week at my other job, I am taking a bit of me time to reflect on places where I have recently been and work through the photo’s that I took along the way. The travelling, it seems, is the easy part of this travel writing business. It is the editing and writing that take up the time. Still I find playing with words a satisfying pass-time, made all the better by a good latte.
Some years ago I started taking photos of letterboxes that I came across along my travels. The ingenuity that goes with the crafting of some of these is astounding, and this is especially the case the deeper into the bush one travels. On a recent trip to Rockhampton, I drove along one stretch of road and found several examples, each seeming to be trying to outdo it’s neighbour for uniquisity.
GMail…..If you are handy with a chainsaw you can whip one of these up in a few minutes. Good use of an old dead stump at the gate.
Cream Anyone? There will be some who can remember the old cream can. Some even who have dragged them onto the back of a truck before carting them off to the milk factory. This one has weathered the years well and is still doing stirling service in its new role as a mail box
Shades of D’Arth Vader……. Turned on its head, this “passed its use by date” gas bottle could be a reminder of Ned Kelly from the past or maybe D’Arth Vader from the future
This Hollow Log has found a new life set up on a tree fork and keeping the weather off the few letters that get delivered in this day of electronics. Maybe it also doubles as a shelter for a wayward possum on a cold night.
44 Gallon drums were common place on rural properties back in the day. They still can be found storing liquid and, with the tops cut off, make an excellent storage bin or, like this one, a mail box.
Not sure obout this one…. Cooked the motor, perhaps
A bit more traditional, but liked the attention to detail with the tin coping around the eaves
All of these boxes were scattered along one short stretch of country road I travelled as I headed out to Seventeen Seventy and are probably the highest density of odd-ball mail boxes I have come across. There are others out there that are weird and whacky which I will bring to you as I see them.
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