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RIP Uncle Bob


We recently had the sad news that Dad’s brother, my Uncle Bob, had passed away.

Dad and I made a rushed trip to Queensland for the funeral in his old home town of Yelarbon.  It had been 22 years since I was last in that part of the world, so our journey was also a trip down memory lane for me – visiting places I’d almost forgotten, catching up with relatives not seen for years (or younger members of the clan whom I’ve never met before).

I was honoured to be asked to be one of the Pall Bearers for the service at Yelarbon Cemetery.  It was an appropriate service for Uncle Bob in the Queensland outback heat, with road trains slowly rumbling past as we listened to the celebrant.  Afterwards we all enjoyed a few XXXX beers at the local pub.

Queensland's own beer, XXXX

Enjoying a Queensland beer

Some of the other highlights of the trip were exploring the old family home, which is now over 100 years old and still standing (just), and the actual long road-trip with Dad – something we haven’t done since I was a teenager.

The old family home is still standing

The old family home is still standing

scrub fire smoke and b-double truck

Smoke from nearby scrub fires on the way home.

UPDATE: August 2016
Yelarbon has been in the news recently, which has inspired me to share the photos I took around town. –