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The oakey

This is the low level bridge, no problems at all.  And as it happens this is also the oakey.  The web tells me that back in the mining days they called creeks lined with she-oaks, oakeys.  There are lots of oakeys in this part of the world.

I asked Madam Tom Tom to guide me to Limekilns our next destination.  There was no way she was going to lead me over that bridge - her route took us back via Meadow Flat and Bathurst.  Maybe she was in dread of going on Mount Horrible road.   Let's go see what it is like.


  1. Never heard of the oakey, I learn something everyday blogging. I bet that bridge goes under when it rains heavily. Madam Tom Tom must be related to Phillipa Mio, who tells us where to go. Bill often tells her where to go as well.

    1. If they aren't related they probably went to the same school.

  2. Oh - I didn't know that!
    I wonder if Oakey in Qld is named because of that.
    Did you see on the news last night the two young tourists stuck out in the middle of Moreton Bay in their hire car?
    They tried to drive to Stradbroke Island - they say their GPS said they could!

    1. Maybe there is a ferry they should have been on!

      I was wondering the same thing about Oakey and google tells me the name of the town and the creek is because of the she-oaks.

  3. Hubby tells me there was a gold mine at Mount Horrible and that the road is indeed horrible. Looking forward to seeing what you found.

  4. Hubby tells me there was a gold mine at Mount Horrible and that the road is indeed horrible. Looking forward to seeing what you found.

    1. The road wasn't horrible at all. But perhaps there is a side track that goes to the mountain top that we didn't take.

  5. I like that use of 'oakey'. In this situation though, there is not a she-oak in sight.

    Is there such a thing as a he-oak ...

    1. Are there any he-oaks? Google doesn't think so.


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