Crossing back over the river, my friends kindly indulged my hunt for burial places of long lost ancestors and followed me through the Dutton Park/South Brisbane Cemetery. We were successful in finding the headstone of my husband's great-grandmother. Ann Martin (nee Hill), the daughter of a convict and the granddaughter of a convict, married a man whose father was also a convict and grandfather, a first-fleeter convict.
On this mild May day our little group of walkers explored some suburbs by the Brisbane River. But first things first - and that means cake and coffee. Our group of Wednesday walkers has taken to calling ourselves 'The Hungry Hikers' as we work up quite an appetite on our walks and seem to balance eating and hiking quite well. Margot's recipe for the absolutely divine Persian Love Cake she served can be found on our Facebook page - The Hungry Hikers. After fuelling up we walked through Fairfield past the Dutton Park Cemetery and crossed the Eleanor Schonell Bridge to wander through the beautiful grounds of the University of Queensland. Eleanor Schonell made an internationally recognised contribution to testing for dyslexia and was renowned for her generous and humane approach to life. Her work with cerebral palsy children led to international recognition and she also contributed substantially to the education of children with intellectual disabilities. During its conception and construction, the bridge was known as the "Green Bridge" because it was a sustainable transport initiative and, since the naming, many people have continued to call it the Green Bridge in preference to its official name. A lovely outdoor market was in full swing on the university campus. This day was becoming better and better - a little hiking, a little eating, a little shopping under a whole lot of sunshine. Not a bad way to spend a day at all. Crossing back over the river, my friends kindly indulged my hunt for burial places of long lost ancestors and followed me through the Dutton Park/South Brisbane Cemetery. We were successful in finding the headstone of my husband's great-grandmother. Ann Martin (nee Hill), the daughter of a convict and the granddaughter of a convict, married a man whose father was also a convict and grandfather, a first-fleeter convict. After our cemetery sojourn, we proceeded to follow the river as it wound its way through Fairfield and Yeronga. The Corso nature reserve offered a peaceful walking area through manicured parkland interspersed with seating facing the river where one can linger a while. We admired many of the beautiful homes along the river, now renovated or rebuilt after the devastating Brisbane floods of a few years ago. One of our group is off hiking in Canada without us at the moment, so we posed in repose and sent the photo to annoy her. Helen thinks we slacken off when she is away. (She may be right.) After clocking up 15 kilometres we felt we deserved a good lunch and we were not disappointed by Cafe 63 in Yeronga. Not only were we served up the most delicious Turkish bread with slow baked lamb shoulder and accompaniments, but we received complementary bottles of water and no corkage charge. (Margot had carried a chilled bottle of wine in her backpack all morning, bless her little cotton socks!) A 5 star rating for this cafe and a 5 star rating for our day. Life's great in the sunshine state!
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