Woodford to Caboolture

Next stop on  our journey was Woodford, home of the Woodford Folk Festival. We stayed at the showgrounds ($15) for a couple of nights, which is just around the corner from the main street and just next door to two little shaggy ponies like this guy.


Woodford has a really nice vibe to it – it’s small town, but quite funky, and all the people we talked to were really lovely. We spent about 45 minutes in a music/antique shop talking to the guys there, who we had a good old chat about everything from Tasmania to candles to hotspots for fruit picking to the folk festival.

We made good use of our bikes and rode into town the few days we were there. Billy was taken by a little fruit and veg shop that had this Elvis Parsley’s Grapeland mural on the side and we had to stop for a photo shoot. 


We also rode down to a cute little place just on the other side of town called Storey Brook Cottage, which is a teahouse/cafe/restaurant/bar, with a small but pretty garden and a craft shop attached. They had some gorgeous handmade jewellery in there that even Billy was a bit taken by – beautiful pendants made by trapping herbs in a kind of resin in the shape of a little lightbulb.


We wandered around the garden, then popped back to the cafe for a coffee, where we discovered talking to the lady who runs the cottage that you can book murder mystery parties there. How much fun does that sound?!


After Woodford, we went onto Caboolture, stopping at various strawberry farms along the way trying to find some work. No dice.

In Caboolture ZZ started making TERRIBLE noises, our plans were stalled as we had to stay overnight so we could take him to a mechanic the next day. A whole day (and a good chunk of our pockets) later, we had a new clutch and we were ready to leave this town that damned us with bad car luck.

Oh, and check out this rad art installation we saw at the gallery there while we were killing time – it’s all made out of core flute!


The Abbey Medieval Festival

Early last month, we were lucky enough to have the opportunity to go along to the Abbey Medieval Festival, in Caboolture – not far north of Brisbane. We met a lady in Main Arm through our Helpx hosts who needed help with setting up and packing down a henna stall and campsite, and was offering tickets to the festival in return, so we jumped at the chance. Both of us have wanted to go to a renaissance style festival for years now, and the Abbey festival happened to be the biggest of its kind in Australia! We found out we were going the night before it happened, so we had to throw together some costumes last minute. Billy fashioned some brown sheets and cord into a peasant outfit, and I managed to find some gypsy-ish clothes in my little wardrobe. We made the five or so hour drive on Friday, and Billy and I crossed the border to Queensland for the very first time!

We were only required on Friday night to set up the stall and Sunday afternoon to pack it down, so the rest of the time we got to wander around and enjoy ourselves. It was such an awesome festival, and we had a great time so I just wanted to share some photos from our time there (warning: this post will be quite picture heavy). One thing that was pretty special about the festival was how nice everybody was – it had such a good vibe, with plenty of kids and families running around. It was very cool.



This was before we left, when I was a guinea pig for some henna practicing. It turned out beautifully, but because the ink was a bit old it didn’t set into the skin very well and only lasted until the end of the week.


The cute little stall we set up.


Some guys doing a very theatrical fencing reenactment.


One of the two local taverns. Here you could get a meal, some mead, cider or beer. In the evenings when the festival was closed to the public, all the workers, reenactors and volunteers could go in for a drink, and there would be people playing folk songs by the fire.


Some roaming musicians. No idea what that box thing the guy in blue is playing is.


The opening ceremony. The sound from this cannon was INSANE. It scared the bejeesus out of Billy, which I caught on video…hehe. Throughout the weekend, the cannon would continue to go off at random times, with no warning. By the end you ALMOST got used to it.


A tiny silver knight.


One of the many battles we saw over the course of the weekend. We saw swords, shields, axes, spears. We saw one on one, groups of 5-10, and then some like this – a full field, all in battle, with teams of about 20-30 each. It was very entertaining, and it was easy to get caught up in the oooohs, ahhhhs, and YEAHHHHHHs!


These are the ladies from the Shuvani Romani Kumpania (Gypsies!), doing circle dancing. They were my favourite of all the groups…each group had their own little camp, with demonstrations of particular customs of the time, such as archery bow making, chainmail making, the types of foods eaten, clothes worn, etc. There were groups such as the Nordic Society and the 15th Century society. The Shuvani Romani Kumpania were definitely the loudest and the most colourful (and the best dressed!)


Peasant Billy stuck in a pillory.


The lovely ladies from the Henna stall, taking a brief moment for a picture in between the madness.


Billy getting the once over from a leper.


The Gypsy camp!



Billy buying sweets from an old lady. They weren’t very good, but maybe sweets weren’t back in medieval times.


This dude was pretty amazing. He had built this bear warrior suit himself. He must have been sooo hot walking around in it – and he was in it ALL day.


Some dork in front of the Henna stall.

And that’s about it! I’m so stoked to have finally sent this post out to the interweb! It won’t be long before I’m all up to date again. Until then…