July 3, 2020
Friday morning we packed up our gear and headed off into the morning for our last brunch and walk of our holiday.
We had made a 10am booking at The Polish place which boasts spectacular views. My in-laws had stayed in the accommodation there previously and were very happy with their stay. It is well known on the Mountain.
We got an early booking because like every other establishment we had eaten at that week they could only make bookings for their indoor area at 50%. Random show-upperers could probably get a spot but booking capacity was limited by COVID. I didn’t run to risk it and just as well. Despite not being a morning person we rocked up at 9:30 with cars parked outside and a few couples waiting in the courtyard outback as it was watered down with a karchered down.
A popular joint.
We were given an option of outdoors and shown to the table we picked. Karen and I ordered Polish coffees (a bit too strong for us) and potato pancakes.
Suddenly two lorikeets popped up on the railing next to our table, they didn’t flinch when I shooed them with my arm. They just stood there for a while before toddling off.
When the young waitress came back, I asked if the birds were going to be a problem. She assured me they absolutely could be known for jumping up on tables while you’re your meal. She did helpfully point out however they seem to be go for the sweet stuff so the delicious cream in a jug that came with our coffees must have gotten their attention.
I’ll put you out of your suspense. We never saw the lorikeets again.
The next bird we saw was The Polish Place’s signature dish a roasted duck for two. Stuffed with Granny Smith apples and marjoram and served with red cabbage, Polish gnocchi, fried apple and cherry sauce.
It was bursting with flavour, I wasn’t used to a savoury dish with lots of sharp tart and fresh flavours mixed in the meat. I quite liked it and again, as tempting as the chicken in creamy dill sauce looked, we were enjoying something that was possibly fairly unique to this place.
As soon as we were done with the duck I looked to a nearby tree where three magpies flew into view and perched themselves. As soon as we stood up they flew down and the waitress did have to push them out of the way as she cleared our plates. Karen was surrounded by the three before she left the table. This amused her as I walked over to her and asked her to come with me.
We hadn’t really bothered been bothered by the birds, the staff was lovely, the views spectacular and the food amazing! Still I wondered if next time I would dine indoors.
Then we walked up the road to the beginning of Witches Falls, a 3.5km circuit I believe. There was a sign at the beginning that said not to work it during rainfall and as we went along I could see why. The path was narrow, elevated and would be very tricky if it became muddy due to rain.
Thankfully it was a beautiful day and as we descended there was literally a metre where the path was covered in vines and as you walked through it you moved from bush to rainforest. Amazing.
There was a fork in the circuit where you could go on and find the lookout, go back the way you came or continue and finish up the circuit. We went on to the lookout, when we came back we noticed a lot of people pausing and so I offered directions.
I had dressed for the restaurant so with my jumper off I was wearing a dress shirt with suspenders and black trousers.
This amused a lot of people, as a group of older women came by and I offered directions they noted I was very dressed up and one of them even offered “I hope she says yes.”
This cracked Karen up.
We began our ascent and left a scrunchy we found on the path on a post.
We got back to the car and just started driving back to Brisbane.
I left gifts for my Mum and Dad in their backyard and then called them. To my surprise they offered to talk to me through the window.
Instead when I went to the backyard they set up chairs for us to sit apart and chat.
It was the first time I had seen my mother in person since the 8th of March and my Dad the 15th of March. It was the 3rd of July.
A reminder sometimes you have got to push your luck.
My parents had not entertained visitors as restrictions lowered and active case numbers became single digits in Queensland. The wisdom of this strong stance was only going to bear out as the right call as the situation continued to deteriorate in Australia.
Yet here was a little respite for me, for them, for the country.
The perfect final touch to my very unlikely holiday in years during a pandemic.
7 thoughts on “EATING AND WALKING, WALKING AND EATING – PART IV”
You have a really beautiful country!
Those views from the Polish Place were certainly beautiful. It does make you feel pretty grateful to live where you live. Take care John, so many beautiful places in your neck of the woods too.
Not sure I would have dressed up for a 10 am meal, though it did sound delicious. I wouldn’t have minded the pretty birds, as they make a change from the wasps you get here if you chance eating outside. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete
To be honest Pete, it’s kind of what I wear everyday anyway and I had only one brought one set of hiking clothes but what the lady wants, the lady gets. 🙂 Best wishes Pete.
‘I hoped she says yes’
Again I thank you for showing us in detail the beauty of your country.,
Wonderful that you got to sit with your parents. I know how they must have felt.
Stay safe you two.
Thank you Don, it meant a lot to me too. It was a really nice holiday, beautiful weather and a beautiful part of the world. It has been back to the real world since but it was nice.
I hope you get to have a little bit of a holiday in good time too Don.