It's a Gayndah kinda day

The previous day ended with a frog chorus, and today started with a cacophony of bird noise, and we found some other wildlife when we packed up the caravan chocks.

I need some help identifying these flowering trees I have been seeing everywhere. The leaf is large and round, the flowers perfumed and the buds pea-shaped. Anyone?

This area is citrus central.  I got a whiff of orange at the camp this morning and this was where it came from, the farm next door, their compost area perhaps?

Gayndah is a name to conjure with. What does it evoke, this name, "Gayndah"? Packaging? As in "Gaypac" which was developed in Gayndah for citrus packaging? Well on the drive in, another meaning seemed to be evoked in the tiny minds of those who spray painted the road signs with "Gay Boyz". This morning, at Gayndah's Big Orange, the magnetic attraction of Gayndah to gay boys was made clear to us by the young male couple giggling over the visitor's book.  They had confided to the book that it was a great place for their 6-month anniversary.  This got us thinking about the untapped potential of Gayndah for Minority Sexual Preference Tourism.  I'm sure you will agree, The Big Orange makes a potent start on this market.

 

The Big Orange was well worth a visit for the fresh juice - valencias and honey murcotts combined, cold and potent. There's that word again.  Bob Katter must be getting to me. He's always on about his potency.  Which can only mean one thing... Anyway, it was the best juice ever. We also bought some whopping, heavy, thin skinned mandarins that just exploded with flavour. This is red volcanic soil, the good stuff. It also grows peanuts, and wine grapes.  We stopped at Hill of Promise winery and bought semillon and verdelhao. 

Childers is another evocative name. It is where a fire in the Palace hotel 10 years ago took 15 lives, the arsonist is still in prison.  Here is the building today, its horrific past having led to fire safety improvements that were overdue everywhere.

Some other images from Childers, this is a dental surgery begun in 1894, and clearly needing to update its advertising, since this slogan has been on this building all that time.

Also, some charming street art

and some evidence of the usefulness of CCTV cameras.

There were three tiny heads peeping out of that nest.