Dumbleyung to Quairading

We decided on our penultimate day to go to Quairading.
We stopped in for a cuppa and some morning tea sweets for Joe in Wickepin and walked around the historic Albert Facey House.
Along the way we passed through another old grain town - Aldersyde - the remaining little church stood silent on a quiet back road. Quite sad really that this little town was once bustling with folk who all congregated at the church as their weekly social catchup.
Despite not being in use - the church was in quite good condition.

We continued on through Brookton. This was a lovely town with some

heritage buildings, but quiet. The paper shop was closed for the afternoon, but outside was the news papers for the locals all with their names on them. It was nice to see that this level of trust still exists, and no one was stealing the papers. We ambled along quiet roads and stopped for lunch on a small ridge overlooking farm land off into the horizon near Jingaring hill. It was so quiet, no tractors, cars of anything mechanical could be heard and we had passed only one car all morning. We arrived in Quairading ( all of two streets) about 3.00pm and they have a new town campsite. It was a lovely facility. Showers kitchen, laundry room and a local caretaker guy who was making everyone feel at home. He had a fire going and there was a caravan group in so lots of people to talk to. We decided to go and have a walk at the local nature reserve up the road and it was very impressive. The wild flowers were in full bloom and the area was a sea of purples and pinks and yellows. All along the trip the wild

flowers have been out in the fields and roadsides as its been a good wet year and the colours have been amazing. They will last about a month more and then the heat comes and they shrivel up, and it’s another 10 months before they stick their head out again. Once we got back to the campsite it was busy with people talking and standing around the fire. We had run out of provisions and decided to go to the only pub in town to treat ourselves to a pub dinner and play a game of pool. We got talking to the bar staff and they said the pub had been closed for three months, but recently reopened and so far, it was going well. Back at the camp fire the alcohol was flowing, as was the chat, but it got cold quickly and even the warm fire could not keep everyone there and by 9.30 it was time for bed.