The Mary River meanders in a half-loop around the historic town of Maryborough, Queensland. House boats and yachts are moored up along the riverbanks in the shade of big eucalypts. Up on Wharf Street there are museums and pubs and one old weatherboard house where I am staying for a few weeks. Sometimes, in the early hours, the locals spill out of the Criterion Hotel onto the street and stagger off into the darkness. Then the place is deserted. Only the Mary River is moving—rolling by, silently, out to the bay.
Perhaps I’ll write more about this town before departing.
A few more photos: