We were camped at Anglesea on Victoria’s south west coast and the weather was unseasonally cool. I was so tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep but with only one day of the holiday left I dragged … Continue reading Sometimes it pays to get out of bed
Remember our poor old mate ‘Toothless Johnno’ who lost a tooth from his dental plate whilst eating lunch in the sun? Well ‘Johnno’ rang his dentist to see how quickly he could get his dentures repaired because he is a police officer and he didn’t want to return to work looking more like one of the crooks. “Just bring the tooth in on Monday” said the dentist. ‘Johnno’ had to explain how the bird ate the tooth and that he won’t be bringing the bloody bird into the dentist’s office. “Hmm, it must have thought it was a piece of bread.” … Continue reading Scarce as hen’s teeth
We decide to turn a wedding invitation into a caravan marathon, Melbourne to Margaret River and return home via Darwin. After 3,500kms we check into a van park, borrow an iron and find where the makeup and hair dryer have been stowed. We scrub up and join the other guests at the wedding and reckon that we look pretty good. Until we talk to our old mate Rose from NZ and she tells us that her gorgeous ‘new’ dress was once a fifty year old curtain. I guess they don’t have problems with the sun fading the curtains over there … Continue reading A Stitch in Time
A caravanning mate of ours, I’ll call him Johnno, lost a tooth. Shocked at this he put it on the camp table and a bird swooped down and ate it. Now I can’t show you a picture of toothless Johnno as he’s a serving police officer, so here’s a picture of a bird. Continue reading Toothless
With three unexplained deaths in Queensland tropical waters this month, it is probably time to talk about the serious topic of Marine Stingers. Visitors to Queensland beaches may be surprised to find bottles of vinegar located beside beach walkways. The … Continue reading Marine Stingers
“Roo shooters and caravans not allowed” says the sign at the car wash in Mt Isa, Queensland. In Winton we notice 4WD’s rigged with rows of stainless steel hooks on the back. When out walking in the early morning Woody … Continue reading What Have We Done Wrong?
It’s May 2015 and we’re camped at Pardoo Station in the Pilbara, more than half way up the West Australian coast, a small cattle holding of half a million acres or thereabouts. Heaven knows how many cattle they have but … Continue reading Pardoo Station
It’s a balmy evening in Broome, WA and as we sit chatting at sundown I ask our neighbour if we are too noisy. “Oh no” she says “anyway nothing would wake him. I once went to hospital for four hours, on a drip, came back and he didn’t even know I’d been gone”. Continue reading A Heavy Sleeper
We’re camped in an overnight rest area on the Nullarbor Plain. Green parrots chatter on our roof and I’m convinced that they’re tugging at cables. But Woody is engrossed in his book The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo so he just mutters “yeah”. I leap naked about the bathroom banging on the ceiling to no avail. Hmm I wonder what will happen when we’re back in civilisation and looking for TV reception in a few days time? Continue reading Get orf the roof!
Friends have invited us for a picnic in Byfield National Park. They live about 20kms north of Yeppoon, Qld at Bungundarra on rich red soil. Their 20 acre farm and mango orchard faces east towards the blue ranges of Byfield. The area is lush with farms and I’ll swear that a concrete post would grow in soil like this. Dozens of magpie geese have taken up residence in the dam out front. We have morning tea on the terrace before driving along about 17kms of dirt road into Upper Stoney Camp Ground. This is a 4WD only camp ground and … Continue reading Byfield National Park