Thursday, April 17, 2014

Little tigers take flight ...


Usually, the VIP types are the first passengers to board a plane.
The first and business class passengers, anyone remotely rich, famous, or influential.
But the other night, Chase and Harmonie were taken to the front of the check-in queue like rock stars, with me close behind.
And when it came to boarding, Chase was the first person to step onto Tiger Air Australia's first flight from Brisbane to Darwin.
Harmonie was next, before some random guy galloped up behind her whilst I was madly trying to take a photo to capture the moment.


The occasion was Tiger Air Australia’s inaugural flight from Brisbane to Darwin, and MIA and kids were being treated as VIPs.
This particularly route is a big deal for us. The kids regularly fly to Darwin to see their Dad on holidays, and have flown every airline in the past. Sometimes on their own.
They are withering when it comes to flying unaccompanied on Qantas. "We're left on our own," says one. "They always serve food I cannot eat," says the anaphylactic other. (Qantas is always advised of his nut and tree nut allergy in advance, but cannot cater for it). 
As parents around the world know, flying can be trying at the best of times, and it seemed to take just moments from the initial exhilaration of our VIP status to wear off.
Tiger Air prides itself on opening up Australia – and the world – to everyday Aussies, so it comes at a budget price. And that can mean flying at odd times of the day and night.
Which is nothing unusual for a destination like Darwin, where locals are used to making use of 'red-eye' flights to save money. 
In return for a bargain airfare (from $99 one way Brisbane-Darwin compared to hundreds of dollars each way charged by other airlines), we were leaving Brisbane at 8.40 pm, and arriving at 12.20 am the next day local time.
That meant for tired and fractious kids. And hungry ones too. A little unexpected turbulence meant a delay in the food and beverage service, and Mr 13 was starving.
This was despite having an emergency Hungry Jacks meal at the airport and supposedly eating “every 30 minutes” during the day at a relative’s house.
Plus there was ‘nothing on that menu I want to eat’, and everything had nuts in it anyway. (It didn’t. But there were nuts in a few things and this continues to puzzle me these days. Especially when it comes to kids’ meals).
Chase momentarily forgot his discomfort when our flight path went over Brisbane, taking in the lights below.
“Mum, it’s like Disneyland,” he exclaimed! 

Another journalist on the flight later explained she had been thinking exactly the same thing.
When the food finally arrived, both kids were happy.


The all-day Turkish ($9) is one of the few Tiger Air meals to be served hot. This was Chase's pick, and it was filled with egg mayo, bacon, cheese and tomato relish. Even a grumpy Aspie had to give it the thumbs-up. 
I was allowed a taste, and the bread was buttery and moist on the inside, and crusty on the outside. The contents were yummy and fresh.


I ordered a triple chicken platter sandwich ($9) to share with Harmonie, and was a little disappointed. The bread was dry but the fillings were okay.  She enjoyed her hot chicken noodles though ($5). I would have tried a vegie wrap, also $9, but didn’t want to be greedy.


Drinks range from $3.50 for juice boxes through to $10 for bubbly.
Harmonie ordered a hot chocolate later in the evening, and declared it delicious
The staff were really lovely and nothing was too much trouble. When we asked if the rocky road was nut free, the steward brought it out to us to check – and to our delight it was.

Rowie’s Yummy Rocky Road is wheat, yeast, gluten, dairy, egg and nut free, so was a safe treat for us to share.
We were told it was the plane’s maiden voyage, and it certainly had that ‘new car’ smell about it.
The seats were comfortable and fine, and seemed to have a little more space than we are used to.  
And again – that new car/plane feel. Lovely. 
For kids, or adults, who need entertainment, you really do need to be prepared with devices, laptops or books, as there appeared to be nothing available, even for hire.
My kids were happy enough, playing on their Nintendo DS’s, whilst Harmonie made a few bracelets and rings with her loom. She offered a bracelet to one of the stewards but he politely refused.  
At one stage I tried to sleep, but with a 13-year-old Man Child half draped across me and repeatedly grinding his head into my shoulder or side to get comfortable, it was a little difficult.
It didn’t help that he’d forgetten a jumper and had to borrow my favourite travel cardie. He ended up ‘boogering all over it’  - his words – in a case of emergency.
(Like most budget airlines, Tiger Air doesn’t carry blankets).
But I find any flight with kids can be challenging, and our Tiger Air flight got the high-fives from all of us. 
Certainly, I couldn’t fault the service, and the flight left on time and arrived a little ahead of schedule.
It was one of the best and most relaxed flights I’ve flown in Australia, and I’ve been lucky enough to be at the pointy end of the plane. The only difference is you would normally pay extra for what you eat or drink. (On this occasion, Tiger Air Australia hosted us).
Personally, I love that Tiger Air Australia is again making exploring Australia affordable for everyday Aussies.
I'd never been to the Northern Territory in the past, and hadn't really considered it, because of the cost of getting there. And for my kids, it means they can fly rather than drive to see their Dad.
Other passengers included fly-in, fly-out workers, family visiting family, backpackers, and various other travellers.
Apparently, flights are booking out well in advance, so the demand is obviously there.
Chase and Harmonie, who are seasoned travellers on the Brisbane-Darwin route rated it highly. Harmonie said it was the best flight ever, and Chase reluctantly admitted it was great, but advised others to take a blanket and pillow if you want to sleep. (My cardie and I second that)
I’d fly Tiger Air again, but perhaps pack a few extra snacks for the kids. Especially in cases of turbulence. 
Followers, where have you wanted to go, but ruled out because of price? And have you ever had a meltdown on a plane?

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tripping out



I could have been here

Being a travel writer is hard sometimes.
Like when you’re invited on a famil somewhere awesome, and you have to say no.
For those not in the trade, a famil, sometimes known as a junket, is an invitation to go on an all-expenses trip to a holiday destination. The idea is that you get to  experience resorts, hotels, attractions, food, activities, and other fun things that are likely to appeal to visitors. So you can then write about them, and hopefully attract more people to visit.
My wings were clipped when I had children, but then I started writing about holidays with kids, and family destinations. So my kids often get to come too. For the win!
I must stress these trips aren’t always fun though.
Sometimes you’re travelling with a group of journalists and bloggers you may not know. (Or like. No offence.) Or you’re being dragged by well-meaning PR people from one activity to the next. Because they want to get bang for their bucks, and you can’t blame them, they have you up at the crack of dawn and on the go from morning until late at night.
That’s okay if you’re single perhaps, but not if you’re pregnant, or travelling with kids, who just want to hang around the resort or need to sleep in after a full day of driving the day before.
You can’t do what you want when you want. You don’t choose where you’re staying, and you’re usually not with your family. You have to be at this point by this time, and do this activity. Then be at the next point a few hours later. That can be difficult for anyone to accept, let alone for kids (especially ones on the spectrum). Luckily mine have grown up joining me on press trips and are pretty used to it by now.
(I remember a whirlwind pre-kids press trip to New Orleans, where I naughtily skipped an activity to feverishly fit in some shopping, while a few of the male journalists  just disappeared from a walking tour into a bar! Very unprofessional, but the PRs had left us no free time at all. Who could go to the US without shopping, said the girls? While the men thought a trip was unthinkable without sampling the drinks!)  
And when you’re freelance, you’re also taking time off from making money, and hoping the hell you will sell enough stories to cover the time you’ve taken for the trip.
It’s not exactly a free holiday.
But still – it beats sitting in an office. And when you’re a Sagittarian like me, travel is irresistible.
And so it really hurt last week, when I had to reluctantly turn down the chance to travel around the Whitsundays.
The occasion was Tiger Airways’ first flight from Sydney to Whitsunday Coast Airport, and the famil was to showcase the best of what the Whitsundays had to offer. Sailing, islands, Whitehaven Beach, seafood and more. Even better, some lovely writers I knew would be there too.
But now I live in country Queensland, I would have had to add on the 3-4 hour drive to Brisbane Airport, an overnight stay in Sydney, as well as the Whitsundays jaunt. Although I had wonderful people willing to take on the kids, it was the last week of the school term, and I felt it was too long to be away from the children, and too much to ask others to care for them at such an important time of the year.
And yes, it stung as my friends posted photos of pools, the ocean, romantic restaurants, and the wonderful time they were having in the Whitsundays.


Lover's Cove, a restaurant on Daydream Island. Photo by Aleney de Winter, BoyEatsWorld 
But you know, the best job role in my world has been mothering, and if I’d gone away last week, I would have lost countless opportunities to be there for my kids.
Chase, in his first term of high school, was doing assessments and exams.
He also raised $200 for the Go Blue For Autism Day by dying his hair blue and painting his fingernails blue. I wouldn’t have missed that for the world.


Harmonie received awards for attaining diamond status for behaviour and learning at her school, and also for achievement of doing volunteer work. It meant a lot that I could be there to see her receive her awards and share a special morning tea and cake in celebration.


Her class had also asked me to come in for a couple of days, to help them with short story writing. This included a question and answer session about writing stories, editing, and publishing.
The kids were all so imaginative, I didn’t feel the need to alter any of their stories – just perhaps suggest a few verb or adjective changes here, and correct a few spellings and errors there. One or two stories were surprisingly violent, and a couple heart-wrenchingly revealing. And some were delightfully quirky and funny.
The question and answer session was the most entertaining thing I’ve done in ages. Harmonie said I looked nervous, but I wasn’t at all.
Rather, I was just trying to think of age-appropriate ways to answer their very clever (year 6) questions.
For example, one boy asked me what story I was currently working on? Since it was actually about the benefits of orgasms, it took me some time to reply. Eventually I came out with something about the last story I’d written. Which was kid-safe and almost the same, don’t you think?
That over, and having being treated like a rock star, I walked in the door at home, ready to meet some deadlines, when the phone started ringing.
It was Mr 13’s school. I wasn’t to panic, he was okay, but he’d been pushed by a student, fallen over, and had a really bad gash to his chin. It would probably need to be stitched, but they hadn’t told him that.
I rushed to the school, to be met by the vice-principal who told me roughly the same version of events, and reassured me that it would be investigated. Chase was dazed and confused. There was blood everywhere – on his chin, shirt, legs and socks. He was also complaining about pain in his shoulder, hips, knees and wrist.
Our medical centre was wonderful. Staff found a room for him to lie down, and sent a nurse in with ice until a doctor could see him.
Chase is on the autism spectrum and has a needle phobia. He was in shock by now; cold, terrified, and his teeth were chattering.
The doctor said his chin would need stitches, and his wrist would need an x-ray. His wrist was more painful than anything, but the thought of a needle and stitches sent his panic levels sky-rocketing.
I won’t go into more details here, but it was a really traumatic afternoon. At the end of the day, Chase ended up with a broken wrist in a cast, and five stitches in his chin.
It is times like these that being a single parent hurts more than anything in the world.
All I could think of was: ‘Thank God I didn’t go away. Thank God I was here.’
Of course, you can’t be there all of the time for your children. But you try as hard as you can. 
On another note, last week I actually changed my Facebook status. These days, that makes it official, right? Yes, I am actually in a relationship.
My John has already met the family, been there in a crisis, and has the approval of the kids and pets. Oh, and me as well.
It took one text for him to to drop everything when Chase was hurt, and when I later needed a shoulder to cry on, he turned up, magically knowing I needed him.
He bakes cupcakes with Harmonie, plays computer games with Chase, but is there for me too. 
Hannah Kitteh, who hates new people, especially men, has included him in her massage routine. Kit Kat smooches him for a feed. Lucy has claimed his lap for nap time. Harmonie, who hates sharing me with anyone, asks if he can come over. Chase just wants him here all of the time.
How does this all fit with the context of my blog? John makes me happy. Happier than I've been in a very long time.  
One woman’s, one family’s, pursuit of happiness, has suddenly become a lot easier.
So staying home from the Whitsundays wasn’t such a bad thing after all. 
In fact, it was probably the best trip I never took. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Maid In Australia Goes Blue



 

I dye my hair blue for World Autism Awareness Day each year, in line with the idea of ‘lighting it up blue’ for autism.

The idea is that major landmarks around the world light up in blue for raise awareness about autism, for example in New York, Rio De Janeiro, Niagara Falls, the Sydney Opera House, and Brisbane's Sir Leo Hielscher (Gateway) Bridges.

Wearing my hair with blue splashes in it for a month or so gets noticed, and then I can explain why I’ve done it. Thereby raising awareness.

Usually I do it for World Autism Awareness Day, which is on April 2. But then people ask why my hair is blue and I tell them about it, but it’s almost as if it’s too late.

So this year I did it early. So that I could actually promote World Autism Awareness Day before it happened, rather than after.  

And sure enough, there have been comments. All have been positive (although my parents haven’t seen it!) A few people thought I was just being radical! (Yes, totally me).

We have a lovely local hairdresser, Brooke Stead, who suggested that instead of dying my hair, I try a few blue hair extensions.  The benefit is that my hair won’t end up blue for weeks, and I can take them out when I’m ready.

Do you like?
 
 

Mr 13, who is on the spectrum, has taken up the challenge to turn his hair and fingernails blue for the cause.

We’ve registered with Autism Spectrum Australia’s fundraising campaign, Go Blue ForAutism, and he’s looking for sponsors to donate if he goes ahead with the hair dare.

We’ve even got our own fundraising page, and it would be awesome if you could donate to this cause which is so close to our hearts.

Here are the facts: One in 100 children are diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder in Australia – around four times more likely to be boys than girls.  On Wednesday, April 2, communities around the world celebrate World Autism Awareness Day, acknowledging the achievements of people with autism, recognising their experiences and that of their families and caregivers, and helping others to understand what it means to live with autism.

That’s a cause worth going blue for, don’t you think?

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Would you pay to see this boy's hair go blue?
 
 
 
 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Do you cheat?

Image: Stock Photo


It's official: I'm a cheat.
On Week 2 of my Isagenix Health Cleanse, I deliberately gave myself three days off from the program - which you're not supposed to do - because in a long weekend of celebratory events, I knew I would stuff it up. And I didn't want to feel guilty about it.
I was pleased with my first week's effort, so I felt okay about taking a few days off. I didn't go crazy, but I didn't want to feel bad about eating and drinking and taking part in normal life. And I didn't want to feel deprived either.
So I had a fab few days, and on Monday morning I felt my eyes and skin weren't as clear as the week before, and as if I'd put on weight. I was beating myself up about it, when I realised I had lost another half a kilo and a few more centimetres. For the win!
So with renewed enthusiasm, it was back onto the shakes.
That week though, I found myself cheating. A lot. It wasn't that I wanted anything bad. Far from it. I was dreaming of salad sandwiches. Nourishing Vietnamese soup. Rice paper rolls.
I looked forward to my shakes in the morning - they made me feel good and filled me up, and seemed to give me more energy for exercise. (Far better than just coffee or the dregs of the kids' breakfast.)
I usually had my 'knife and fork' meal in the middle of the day, because I was starving by then, but didn't feel like another shake at night. So I wasn't quite following the diet the way I was supposed to.
Plus there was dinner out here, a coffee there.
I'm only pointing it out, because I have to be fair and admit that I wasn't following the cleanse properly. But I refused to feel bad because life is for living, right?
For my second cleanse, I failed miserably. I felt weak, sick, and deprived. (Later I found out that as well as pneumonia, I had whooping cough. Once I was on the right antibiotics, I improved quite a bit).
I managed the whole day until dinner, when Miss 11 had a chicken salad sandwich before Taekwondo, and I crumbled and had one too.
And I thought: How ridiculous to feel guilty about a chicken salad sandwich?
(And yes, it tasted divine).
So that was the cleanse broken.
Even so, I lost a further kilo that week, which made 3.5 kg in two weeks, and several more centimetres.
The fact was I was continuing to slowly lose weight without really trying, and without being able to work out quite as much as I would have liked to. It's hard to know how I would have gone if I was healthy and not recovering from pneumonia and whooping cough! Maybe I wouldn't have given in on cleanse day? Maybe I would have had enough of an appetite to have a second shake on shake days? (You're supposed to follow the program, so having the second shake is important if you're wanting the weight loss).
In any case, there has been more going on than cheating on diets at Chez MIA. Currently, Miss 11 is on day three of a suspected grumbling appendix or mesenteric lympadenitis, which is an inflammation of the lymph nodes.
She gave me a fright when niggling tummy pains in the morning - which we had thought were muscular - had turned into stabbing pains in her right hand side by school pick up time.
She looked terrible too, and was cold and wearing a jumper, even though it was a hot Queensland day.
Straight to the GP we went - and we've returned since - but the jury was out. She's lost her appetitie and been pretty nauseous, but it's the pain that's bothering her the most.
So the doctor is adopting a wait and see approach for now, and hopefully it will all settle down on its on. The lymph nodes around her kidneys and tummy are up and sore, so they could be causing the pain or be as a result of an infection in her body.
Meanwhile, Mummy is playing nurse and dosing her up with TLC. She's set up a day bed on the couch with Lucy dog and has watched Turbo on rotation. The joys of single parenting.
As for my breast lump scare, I was recalled for an examination, which I'd been warned was on the cards.
We did find a lump on my other side as well, and I'll be having an ultrasound the next time I'm in Brisbane, Toowoomba or on the Sunshine Coast.
We're pretty sure everything is fine, but it's just a reminder to stay in tune with your body and get anything checked out. Especially if you live in the country and have to travel to get tests done!
I've been entertained by a string of tradies coming and going - everything in this house seems to break down at once - and of course, Wine And Food In The Park, which I'll blog about another time. (oops, another cheat day!)
Stay tuned for the next update on my health cleanse. Readers, have you ever been on a health and fitness program and been tempted to cheat?



Friday, March 14, 2014

Not Another Valentine's Day ...


So apparently, March 14 is Steak And Blowjob Day.
I know this because a few men around me have thought it prudent that women be aware of this information. Because, you know, they are thoughtful like that.
The idea is that men are so wonderful, extravagant, and amazing at spoiling their partners on Valentine's Day, that exactly one month later it's time for their other halves to reciprocate.
With Steak. And a Blowjob. (I wonder if there is a vegetarian alternative).
There's an official web page and everything, including Facebook and twitter games, instructions on how to cook steak, and tuition on how to erm, get down with this special day of the year.
Not convinced that men deserve a day of their own, a woman called Ms Naughty has come up with her own idea for Cake and Cunnilingus Day.
That's a day devoted to female pleasure and it's set for April 14.
Look out!






Monday, March 10, 2014

Wine in half the time ...



Whenever I ask people how parenthood has changed them, there seems to be a common theme: alcohol.
"We drink a lot more alcohol these days," one Dad joked. "I spend half the day wondering if it's wine o'clock yet," said a Mum. "We get a lot less sleep and drink a lot more wine," was the general consensus from others.
I'm not sure how parenthood and wine goes hand in hand (cough), but perhaps that was the reason
the nice people at Wine Selectors sent me a mixed case of six wines to taste and review.
I'm always health conscious and unfortunately it arrived in the middle of an Isagenix health and cleanse program. 
But it was exciting to receive my parcel of goodies all the same time, and I wasted no time in checking out what was included.


Inside the box, were three tempting bottles of red wine and another three of white


The all looked delicious and were labels I wouldn't usually choose. In fact, if they are available in the country town where I live, they certainly hadn't jumped out at me. 


I waited until a friend came over one night and we cracked one open. 


I'm usually a white wine girl, so I knew I wouldn't be tempted to break the diet with this one. My friend loves a good red though, and this Rhone-style blend from McLaren Vale got the thumbs-up. I loved that it's from Mc'Laren Vales' Paxton's vineyards which are certified biodynamic. So it's organic and has been made with sustainability in mind. Wine that's good for the environment and the body!


Next time, we tried a white, again from the Paxton fold. The name The Guesser comes from David Paxton's days working in shearing sheds in country Australia, where it's The Guesser's job to sort, clean and class the fleece of each short sheep.
It was a light, slightly fruity drop that went down well on a warm Autumn's evening. And yes, It's organic too!
I love wine with a story, because it means I can act like I'm knowledgeable whilst pouring and tasting. Yeah, I'm a bit of a tosser like that. 
I'm still being 'good' with my diet, so have yet to work my way through the case of six delicious wines. They are being saved for special occasions and/or gifts.
I love that each wine has a special story or meaning and each label is something I wouldn't normally treat myself to.
Because you're buying from Wine Selectors too, you get a massive discount. So you're getting a quality bottle of wine, for a fraction of the cost. And it's delivered straight to your door.  
My box of six (which I was gifted for this review) would normally cost $108 including delivery, but retail for a lot more.
You're not flying blind either - Wine Selectors offer a free Customer Callback service if you'd like advice on any wines or tips on what to buy. 
Even better, you're not locked in to receiving deliveries for months on end once you make an order.
You can order as often or as little as you like, without financial penalties. 
And, as I am finding, every wine is excellent quality. That's because Wine Selectors have a tasting panel of "perceptive personalities and palates' comprising winemakers, international wine show judges, and wine educators." They use Australian Wine Show judging criteria, but more importantly love wine as well, so are in tune with the palates of Aussie wine lovers. 
The other thing I love is that this company works with more than 400 producers throughout Australia, and the products are packed by Endeavour Industries Limited, an organisation which provides employment to people living with disabilities in the community.
So you can feel good about your purchases as well.
There are loads more positives - and hey it's wine - but you can read more about it here.
In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy slowly enjoy sampling my wines from this delightful Australian company. 
I love home delivery, don't you?  

Friday, March 7, 2014

Wine And Food In The Park!



When we moved to Kingaroy, a lot of people asked: Why?
As if we were moving to the ends of the earth, to somewhere really horrible.
And it's true, that when I was growing up in the South Burnett, I spent a lot of my time dreaming about living and working in places far, far away. But that's what kids do, right?
The thing is that since we moved here, our lives have been so much better.
Yes, we miss our family and friends in Brisbane. But we see them regularly, at least every school holidays. And there are skype and phone calls in the meantime.
Since moving to the country, we've added to our circle of family and friends. Our lives have become richer, bigger.
At Kingaroy, the same life struggles come at us. But the clear skies, the wide streets, the proximity of family, the growing friendships, make all of that easier.
We still laugh when we get in the car five minutes before an appointment and make it with minutes to spare - pulling up at a parking spot right outside. Or even better, walk there. We just can't believe how easy it all is - and so less stressful.
We're getting used to "the country way" - where people always go that little bit further to make a difference. People are just so nice here!
Yesterday morning, the nice lady at Kingaroy Photo Lab tried to charge my camera for free! I'd gone in asking for a charger, because I've misplaced mine, and don't have time to turn the place upside down looking for it. But she kindly offered to try to charge it for me before selling me anything. I just think that's lovely. In the end, it didn't work, but it's the thought that counts.
Another day, I'd been rushing around doing errands and perhaps forgetting to drink enough water, and I was a bit shaky. (I have a dodgy thyroid which can do that). The kind lady in the shop was most concerned and wanted to get me a glass of water and let me sit down. No one would have ever noticed in the city. (Trust me: This is a regular occurrence, and yes, I am trying to look after myself better).
From not knowing my neighbours, or worse, having 'unusual' ones, I now have the best neighbours in the world. Neighbours who have become friends. They keep an eye on the place when we are away, help rescue naughty Lucy when she escapes, and are there to let the tradies in when they arrive earlier than planned. Kayla even made my daughter's birthday cheesecake when I came over all queasy at the thought of it!

Homemade birthday cheesecake

Yesterday, a local woman I've never met messaged me to say she was in Toowoomba, and found something on special that I'd mentioned on Facebook that I wanted for my kids (Not sharing here, because the kids don't know they are getting them yet). She said if I still wanted them, she would pick a couple up for me and bring them back. Isn't that kind? So I'll be meeting her today and paying her back.
And although I had imagined life would be quieter in the country, there are always loads of events on in the South Burnett.
This weekend, it's Wine and Food in the park. The region's soil and climate is conducive to wine production - in fact students can even study wine-making at Kingaroy High School. There are many excellent wineries in the South Burnett, and they will be on show tomorrow at Memorial Park.


Dusty Hill Vineyard 

It's generally an annual event, but last year had to be cancelled because of floods. And hey, this year we are in the middle of another drought.

But food, wine, entertainment lovers and kids are expected to be out in force for this laid-back event held at one of the town's main parks. (Kids because there are rides, yummy food, and roving entertainment.)

I love that on the official website, planners advise punters that when they buy a bottle of wine, they will be given plastic glasses to drink it with. And that drinking straight from the bottle is not a good look (my words), and security guards will be on hand to escort people from the venue if they get up to any of those shenanigans. Only in Kingaroy? (Kidding).

So at Wine And Food In The Park you get to meet the winemakers, try the wine, and buy it of course. But there is also other food and drink on tap, plus rides for the kids, roving entertainers, and nine hours of entertainment.

Entry is $15 for over-18s and free for everyone else. 


Image: Wine And Food In The Park


Image: Wine And Food In The Park


The Kingaroy State High School Band will be among the many attractions  

What do you love about your town or city?