20180423 VIC Coleraine

20180423 After driving through rolling hills with nothing but wide open space as far as your eyes can see we came upon the town of Coleraine, named after the Country Londonderry in Northern Ireland how fitting.


Unfortunately the photo doesn't do the view justice, but even Des commented how pretty it was.












We drove into Coleraine now to find a camp spot and once again we dominate the sports ground by squatting on a bit of a hill overlooking Silvester Oval, now for a walk to town.

The grand old National Hotel is of historical significance as one of the largest and most imposing building in the main street.



















The Blacksmith shop 1888, it's a rare surviving example of a blacksmith's shop still intact. Peeking inside and the original tools of the trade are still intact, don't loose your history, open it for a coin donation.

Helena Rubinstein House, she ran away from Austria when her father suggested marriage to a wealthy widower, staying with her uncle, a storekeeper at Coleraine. Attending the local School she learnt English & shocked the teacher by asking ‘what does’ “bugger” mean? My uncle calls me that’.  Her milky complexion, nurtured by face cream from Poland was envied by Australian ladies so she sent home for supplies to sell.  She traveled to Melbourne & with the help of two, acquaintances one the wife of a governor’s aid who introduced her to society & the other lent her £250 to establish her first beauty salon in Elizabeth 
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It's fallen apart I know but OMG can you imagine a poor horse pulling this, just the weight alone.

The Chinese owner cooks the best Chicko Rolls, we should know we went back daily then on the third day we ordered the fish, we should had stuck with the chicko rolls.









15-04-2018 I've never attended a Anzac Day dawn service but I can manage 6am in Coleraine and I’m so glad I did, I think, yes I had tears listening to the many stories told. 

Private Tegan McClure BSQN 3rd/4th Cav Regt comes from Coleraine, read letters sent home from soldiers in WW1 and WW2 and my heart just broke for our young lads who fought so bravely for us.






They had two services and the second one was followed by a procession from the RSL club to the monument.
We all watch and listen in silence as the only words spoken are from the Guest Speakers, I don't think I have ever witnessed such respect.

As we all watch and listen the wreaths are laid.




























Across the road are many crosses of the fallen solders from WW1 and WW2 all from Coleraine district.


The elderly gentleman is one of Coleraine's oldest veterans who also managed to stand out of respect while he proudly wears his war medals.
The dear ladies from Coleraine enjoy that bit of attention while having there photo taken with Private Tegan.




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