I’d seen plenty of traditional Queenslander houses. Wooden construction. Single storey, raised off the ground, often by as much again. Less chance of inundation during the wet season. But never ventured inside. Until now. Spending a couple of nights in one with hosts Peter and Jacki. In the mining town of Mackay.
Colonial feel. Punka whallahs on the verandah wouldn’t have seemed amiss. House flexing with the seasons. Humidity. Sometimes doors close. Sometimes they don’t.
