Glebe Weir

The Glebe Weird Mob

We visited Glebe Weir (near Taroom in central Queensland) during our first trip around Australia in 2012. The lure of water-side camping with Saratoga, Yellow Belly, abundant bird life, flushing toilets, and powered sites all for $7/night per van drew us back again this trip.

Unfortunately despite hours out on the water casting spinner baits, walking the dog, jiggling small hard body divers, and even resorting to smelly bait - not a bump or bite was felt.  Luckily the eagles, whistling kites, pelicans, cormorants, ospreys, azure kingfishers, herons, ducks, swallows and cheeky fly catchers kept us amused whilst flogging the water to a foam during our fruitless fishing expeditions. Our red-claw efforts fared no better than our fishing – “you should have been here last month “was the frequent quote from the locals! Not sure why the fishing was so poor but perhaps the full moon and muddy water had something to do with it?

Our solar system neighbours -  Moon and Mars

Talking about moons – while we were camped here the longest total eclipse this century occurred. Apparently the next one is 105 years from now in the Northern hemisphere – did a bit a  mental math and came to the conclusion that I might miss that one - so set the alarm clock for 4:30 AM and donned my coat and beanie to photograph the red  moon.  Despite researching “how to photograph” the moon my resultant photos were a little disappointing with all the photos being a little blurry.  I did the calcs and realised that at my slow 10 second shutter speed the moon moved about 2.5 mins during the shot – enough to perhaps blur the shot (that’s my excuse!).  But was well worth getting out of bed - as the  night sky in the middle of the bush miles from any light pollution is a pretty special on any night and to watch the total eclipse red moon disappear into sunrise was better than listening to Molly (and Linda) snoring.

Packing up the tinny

Since we were here last time the local Banana Shire (good name for a Queensland town 😊😊)  has added a water filtration system for drinking water at the camp – so now a perfect (if the fish came back) bush camp site. Understandably very busy this time of year – but all grey nomads here - so friendly, happy campers.

If you’re thinking of coming this way - a week at Glebe Weir is a great way to spend some time – you might even catch one of those elusive fish 😊.

Made a short video link is HERE (watch out for the drone attacking Galahs).

Inskip Point

The Britton bunch

Whilst visiting family in Brisbane we all decided to head out to Inskip Point for a week of camping, fishing, relaxing and catching up. I can’t recall a time when all four Britton siblings were together for any extended time since we were children so this was going to be a special time for us all.

View across our little bay from our campsite

Inskip Point is situated just outside of Rainbow Beach and is where thousands of 4WD’s catch the ferry across to Fraser Island.  There are several designated camping areas within the Inskip Point Recreational Reserve but after studying Google Earth and Wiki Camps we decided that we would try and secure a spot on the calm inside of the point where it would be safe for my sister's grandson and easy to launch and retrieve our little tinny.

Granddad time!

As is was the start of school holidays on the Friday Linda and I headed off early Thursday as the advance party to try and secure a spot on the calm side for us and the rest of the gang who were to follow on the Friday (apparently some people still work?).  As luck would have it (and a bit of good planning) we got two great spots within meters of the water – but lucky we got there Thursday morning as there were plenty of “lookers” as we were setting  up.

What mud flats?

Beautiful quiet place every night except for one where two middle age “ferals” set up behind us and decided to that is was OK for him to verbally abuse his missus (and anyone else that complained ab out the  noise) till 2:00AM using the loudest and crudest language imaginable. When they started up again just after 7:00AM and the “lady” giving her beau a shovel beating for breakfast we decided enough was enough and rang the cops. A few hours later they were given marching orders and packed up and left – peace and quiet returned!!

It's in the genes! My sister Donna and friend

Fishing was a little quiet with only a few flatties and whiting succumbing to our lures but they were good size and good tucker.

At the Carlo Sand Blow

It was great to spend a week with the Brisbane bunch - fishing, cook-ups, a spit roast, campfires, walks and several coldies being the order of the day.

As usual I made a short video while we were there - it can be found HERE