So, from Oaklands Road we found the entrance to Woodlands homestead. The house looked fantastic, framed by a very nice garden. There seemed to be a connection to horses, but as I don't like horses, I ignored that part. I did actually learn that throughout its life, Woodlands has had a strong race horse connection. The first bit we saw, the entrance, was a kit home imported from England. I think the house was added to four times. Some quite famous people lived at Woodlands and some very famous people visited it. I like it because it remains on a human scale. It is not a grand two storey house, but all on one level and practical.
It has a large modern kitchen and there was a coffee machine. We asked the lass, we were hanging out badly for coffee, if we could have coffee. She apologised for being unable to use the coffee machine. Her talents lay with horses. But she could pour us a cup of drip coffee. Deal done and no charge. We sat in the garden and drank our paper cups of dripolator coffee and watched planes taking off and landing.
In a moment of synchronicity, as I told our ex NT Politician/Policeman friend about our visit, he said he was going there for a barbecue dinner or something, work related.
The house felt like it was under serious renovation but without any urgency. I liked it because there was so much original and some areas had not be touched.
Thirty minutes later along the pay road, we were home. Oh, and that was where the earlier posted ice chest was.
Woodlands homestead has a beautiful garden, maintained by volunteers.
I am not sure what breed of tree this is? The flowers are yellow.
The hall looking toward the front door. To left is an enclosed courtyard.
Above and below, the dining room.
Above and below, samples of several of the very old wallpapers.
Could we call this one a rumpus room.
A decent sized evergreen magnolia along with an aviary. I forgot to check if there were birds in it.
The servants need to know in which room their assistance is required. Note one marked verandah. It was good see some blanks there too so that the house could be further expanded.
I'd think this was where a cord hung from to summon the servant to the verandah via the bell system.
From the homestead's car park, jets queuing, waiting for their chance to take off.
Better wait for this one to land.