Power’s Lookout

Harry Power was a bushranger and mentor to the legendary Ned Kelly. Transported to Australia in 1840 as a convict, Harry was to run foul of the law on many occasions before adopting the life of a bushranger. In contrast to his colourful life, he drowned at the age of 72 in the Murray River whilst fishing. Power’s hideout was located 300 metres above the King River in what is now the Alpine National Park. The lookout can be reached from the Mansfield Whitfield Road just south of the King Valley town of Whitfield in Victoria. For more information on … Continue reading Power’s Lookout

Neighbours

July 2016 We arrive back at camp to find that an unusual family have moved in next door. Somewhat pedantic, the father takes two hours to peg down two small nylon tents. The mother does everything else. I think we’re in for some entertainment here. Now let me explain these neighbours….the father speaks in a booming voice with over pronunciation, like a Shakespearian actor without a microphone. Number one son who is about 8 years old speaks the same. Number two son is about 6 years old and is considered inferior by #1. Mother rarely speaks except when #1 bellows … Continue reading Neighbours

Urunga, NSW

Just south of Coffs Harbour, the neat and spacious Urunga Heads Holiday Park is right on the water. Our van overlooks the spot where the Kalang River joins the Bellinger River to flow out to sea. There is a long boardwalk running all the way out to the surf beach. It has had many incarnations and was originally built for the pilot station staff to run out to the river mouth to guide the ships in. Sailing ships used to land here to transport the cedar out. After walking the boardwalk we’ve worked up a thirst so we head to … Continue reading Urunga, NSW

Poetic Justice

We’re scooting across the Hay Plains, when the phone rings, it is the sergeant from Dareton Police Station ringing to tell us that the fellow who let loose with gunshots in the caravan park at Buronga last year has been in custody ever since and has now been given a two and a half year sentence. Apparently his exploits were known to the police. Here’s a link to the original story: You Should Try Caravanning… and the resulting poem There’s Movement at the Van Park . Well isn’t everyone prompted to write poetry when someone is running amok with a gun? Continue reading Poetic Justice