A little nightcap last night gave us s reason to have a sleep in so we wandered to breakfast around 8.30.
The town was waking and the sun was shining. Breakfast was at the Green Gecko 🦎. Another success! Delicious and served with a country smile.
We made our plans for the day and started with the Art Gallery across the road. The John Murray Gallery is a popular stop on the tourist trail. And with good reason.
The building itself screams outback. The paintings on the shed wall capture the outback in a humorous way.
Inside was just as interesting. We watched a movie with John Murray talking about his arrival in the Ridge and starting an art gallery. We saw his home with its natural materials. His art is colourful and fun and I couldn’t resist buying one or two small pieces.
No photo inside. 😫
We crossed the road walked past the emus on the wall and went into the opal cave. A renowned shop selling the famous black opal.
The shop is done out like a cave full of treasures. I spotted a beautiful black opal reflecting the most gorgeous colours. Not in any setting. A single opal for $12,000. Wow.
The sales people patiently explained how to spot a good quality opal let us look, examine and try various pieces of jewellery and good naturally farewelled us after we didn’t buy anything.
We tossed up over the next stop and decided on the underground mine. It was a few km out of town.
We hatted up and down we went. It was cool and a little claustrophobic. But fun. Another little movie explaining how to fossick. I think you’d have to be determined!
And you’d have to like being underground!
The owner of the mine was from Shorncliffe Qld. He told us if you worked hard mining you would make a good living. There are opals to be found. Perhaps a career change?
Above ground we decided it was beer o’clock. Michael promised us a tour of the 3 pubs in the scrub via the underground sculptures.
Today we could see the yellow car doors so followed them to the sculpture underground. Sadly closed for lunch. For 3 hours! So we continued heading out of town. Past the big emu.
A quick stop at the great church and then we spotted a sign. Yes it was the pub. Well one of them.
We drove across dusty, unpaved stony roads until finally The Club in the Scrub.
Such a great place complete with its own library!
We ordered food in the nick of time from the rather unsmiling waitress.
Helen ordered a large chips to share and boy …….. was it large!
What a place.
We loved it.
After lunch we decided to ‘blow this fox hole ‘. A rather fun saying meaning ‘that we got to go’
Back along some more tough roads past miners houses of varying quality.
Past a memorial to those who had died
And past Nashy’s thong tree whoever Nashy is!
And then a few dusty kilometres later the next Pub.
Disabled parking is provided with a smile.
Even bus parking!
We loved it all. Especially the friendly blokes , the miners enjoying a Friday afternoon beer. We joined them and had fun.
Before the dusty road back.
Back to Ridge and dinner at the Bowling Club. . Or as it’s known. The Bowlo!
Another great day in the big dusty outback!