In Hydeaway Bay, Qld we follow a dirt road over ‘O My God Hill’ yes, that’s what the locals call it because it drops away so sharply you can’t see where you are going. When travelling in the opposite direction … Continue reading O My God Hill
Home for the night is the Mulga Creek Hotel at Byrock ” out past the kiddies playground darl.” The ground is red dirt and the trees well, they’re Mulga. As we follow a track out to the “Rock Holes” a … Continue reading A Close Encounter with the Kelly Gang
We join the Castlereagh Highway and roll into Gulgong on a warmish winter afternoon… An old gold mining town, it is known as the town on the first ten dollar note. There are three loose sheep on the road and a … Continue reading Gulgong, NSW
Woody drives over to Dingo Beach to pick up the morning paper and is told “There’s not much news on Mondays and Tuesdays so we don’t bother to get the papers.” As you can imagine Woody doesn’t take to kindly to this and retorts with “Shame if World War Three breaks out.” And storms off. Continue reading Sorry it’s Monday
Just a little bush humour. Continue reading Are you there Skip?
Wallaman Falls is 50kms behind Ingham and the last 20kms is almost vertical, or is that just the ice box full of produce from Ingham weighing us down. The falls are at the top of the Great Dividing Range. We … Continue reading Wallaman Falls
There is nothing more mournful than the cry of a curlew on a warm tropical night.Late in the evening or just before first light a blood curdling scream will cut the air and raise you bolt upright from your bed. Then you realise that a woman or a child is not in mortal danger, it’s the bloody curlew. They take a lot of getting used to. Continue reading The Bloody Curlews
Our friend Mrs Elle Prado cracked us all up when she described how husband Mr El Prado had to shimmy out the van window when their door locked them both in the van at Streaky Bay in South Australia.A year later they roll into our park. In her zest to get a lovely sea breeze through the van Elle opens the fly door and suddenly it locks itself. This time it is Elle locked in. We arrive to find the park owner with screwdriver in hand, but to no avail. While they wait for a locksmith to arrive from Townsville, … Continue reading An Open Door Policy
“How good is your lens?” Says a man on the beach. I follow his gaze and there between the rocky reefs, sharks are feeding on a school of fish. I’ve been too busy shooting the sunrise to notice what is happening right in front of us. Continue reading Feeding Frenzy
Like so many inland towns there are artesian baths in Lightning Ridge. The locals call them ‘The Bores’. A wonderful 39 degrees and the silky soft mineralised water soothes out every ache and pain that this poor old body has. Continue reading Artesian Baths
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