Dusk was falling as we turned into our accommodation for the next two nights: a fantastic pastoral homestead at Wallup called Glenwillan. The date on the front of the homestead references 1888, the date that the three McRae brothers – Duncan, John and Farquahar- selected this property in the Mallee. It was cleared and sown with wheat and oats, as well as running sheep. Glenwillan was constructed in 1912 using bricks from Stawell at the cost of £1500. It is now owned by the great-grandson of Farquahar McCrae. At first I was very excited, thinking that it was Georgiana McCrae‘s brother-in-law Farquahar, but it’s a different branch of the family.
We had the whole place to ourselves! What fun I had, checking out the photographs and paintings of McCraes long passed on the walls and admiring the original furniture- especially the huge dining table which was larger than original envisaged because the furniture maker could not bear to cut up such a beautiful length of wood. The 1950s kitchen felt just like a Nana’s Kitchen. At the back of the homestead were thatched stables, which were amazingly dry.
Next time I come up this way – and I will, just for Glenwillan itself – I’m going to make sure that the Murtoa Stick Shed is open. [Check out the link- it shows the inside] It’s open on the first Sunday of each month between 10.00 and 2.00. It’s HUGE. It was built in 1941 to accommodate the wheat harvest during the war, and unlike other sheds of its type, it had a concrete floor. It’s on the National Heritage Register. It’s so big that I couldn’t fit it into the one shot.
The whole impetus for this little trip to the Wimmera was to see the Silo Art Trail. This fantastic tourist initiative has funded artists to paint the disused wheat silos along the railway sidings in the Mallee area. I notice that other towns (e.g. Benalla most recently) are also funding silo art. These ones in the Wimmera are a celebration of farming men and women, and to a lesser extent a nod to the continuing indigenous presence in the area. The silos were built during the 1930s, and are between 28 and 50 kilometres apart. Some are on the outskirts of town; others are just on the siding with nothing else there. What a brilliant idea.
I mentioned in Part I that I felt that the Grampians/Gariwerd were resting on their touristic laurels a bit. That certainly couldn’t be said of the Silo Art Trail. I was really impressed with the little town of Minyip, where the local historical society had developed a trail of plaques up and down the largely deserted main street. Minyip was used as the set for filming The Flying Doctors television series, and the only cafe in town was named ‘Emma’s place’ for one of the characters in the series. I think that the whole idea is a wonderful tourist feature that entices city folk like us to an otherwise pretty remote area.
We stopped off at Warracknabeal on the way home where, once again, we were lucky enough to find the historical society open. This time, it was located in the old State Bank Branch. When the bank closed, it was handed over to the Historical Society ‘as is’, complete with all the internal banking furniture. It is a wonderful time capsule of a time when tellers wrote in your passbook, and there was a bank manager who actually knew you. Upstairs, in the bank manager’s quarters, there is a good display of a wide range of Warracknabeal artefacts, including the contents of the pharmacist’s shop. Really worth stopping off to visit, for the banking chamber alone.
We returned home to Glenwillan, where we sat on the front porch with our books before returning to the very good Creekside pub at Warracknabeal some twenty kilometres away. That night we turned off all the lights and stood in the back yard of the homestead, gaping at the stars in the vast sky. Just think of it – they’re there every night but we just can’t see them in the city.
And so, eventually, we turned for home. We seemed to pack a lot into just three nights. It was great.
Thanks for all the photos! When I was little, Granddad’s original farm, not far from Patche, had working shearing sheds and stables just like the ones you’ve pictured with upright log walls and thatched roofs.
It is a part of our state I am not familiar with, so if I never get there, at least I know a bit more about it now, thank you. Very interesting about the bank being handed over holus bolus, though I guess with empty safes.
Yes- unfortunately! We did go into the safe, though. It was amazingly intact- right down to calendars, passbooks and money boxes.
Great post RJ. This is the area I’ve been planning to visit over the last couple of years but haven’t managed to care out the time to add that road trip to a Melbourne visit. I’ll get there – but you have certainly whetted my already salivating appetite. Hmm… I don’t that metaphor works but you know what I mean.
I love the verandah tiles. As someone interested in patchwork, I always notice tile-work in old buildings.