R dashed inside to check it out and Mother and ABI Brother looked around outside.
Yeah, I am liking this place. It is called the Paradise Valley Hotel.
The rhodies are finished. What a shame.
Truly a great garden at the hotel. I am slightly annoyed that I have never heard about this hotel. For dining Mother likes a quiet spot at the back of a room where she can hold court. I prefer to be among the great unwashed and with a view of something or people. We sat in an enclosed deck area. Mother complained it was too hot. We opened a window of the open area a and a cooling cross breeze wafted in, bringing in with it the pleasant smell of wood smoke.
I walked down the steps to the garden to take some photos and I heard a noise. A train like noise. Mein Gott, it is the world famous Puffing Billy passing through at the bottom of the garden. There was a diesel engine at the front.
I have not seen these open cars on Puffing Billy before. There was much waving.
At the back end was Thomas steaming and smoking away while helping out the diesel engine at the front. Later, the proper Puffing Billy passed by with its big engine creating a lot of smoke.
Just a divine spot.
The hotel was quite busy for lunch, but by the time I took this photo, most people had left. R, ABI Brother and Mother can be seen still at the table. Mother did not look at the menu and said she would have a steak. A decent sized steak arrived with the usual accompaniments, and while we had long finished, she ploughed on and ate it all. Unfortunately the steak was very expensive and of course you know who has to pay.
A solitary lass sits reading at a table on the lush grass.
This is the view of hotel from near the railway line. To the right out of the photo is a shady gravelled area where a fire burned in what could be described as an oversize plough disc. A female guitarist was playing and singing some pleasant tunes. It is not a cheap place to dine, but the food was good and the service very good and the setting delightful. I highly recommend the Paradise Valley Hotel in Clematis for a long lazy lunch, especially on a fine day.