Clear Advice From the Professionals

Rain, hail or shine we prefer to drive with our lights on for safety’s sake and even in the best of weather sometimes cars can seem to disappear into the shimmer of a mirage. Working our way south through New South Wales last winter we had days of relentless soaking winter rain, here’s an extract from the diary: The rain has finally stopped but although it is clear, it is icy cold. The highway is misty and the sight of acres of golden canola in the mist is magical. The fog rolls in, a real pea souper and we listen … Continue reading Clear Advice From the Professionals

Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

My home town of Melbourne has been voted the World’s Most Liveable City for six consecutive years. When we’re not wandering about the countryside with our old van Priscilla in tow we spend our Sundays exploring our own fascinating city with friends. I rarely leave the camera at home on these excursions and we often lament the fact that we probably look more like tourists than the tourists themselves, wandering about pointing at stained glass and gargoyles or craning our necks towards the tops of modern glass shards. Melbourne’s inner suburbs are best known for their shopping or dining streets. … Continue reading Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

The First Five Kilometres

The hardest, most difficult part of any journey, whether it is to be around the world or to the next state or county, is the first five kilometres. Why? Because there are so many excuses, workload, family, medical appointments even household chores. Everything seems to suddenly escalate in importance. For those who work it often feels like it would be easier just to postpone the holiday because there are so many things that must be taken care of before you walk out the door. In my age group we often hear the complaint “but Mum why can’t you look after … Continue reading The First Five Kilometres

Love Thy Neighbour

I’ve just had a lady at the door trying to sell God to me. We haven’t had one of those in a long time more often than not it is an Indian student at the door trying to sell Energy, of the gas or electric kind. We produce our own solar electricity and I’m sure that with a few more lentil salads Woody could take care of our gas requirements. Anyway I bid her a good day and wished her luck in trying to find a buyer. At least she could laugh about the difficulty of her task. Which got … Continue reading Love Thy Neighbour

Taking Out the Garbage

Another morning in the National Park camp ground at Woody Head in NSW, I wake up to the sound of something being dragged across the ground. We have been warned about goannas (that’s a bloody big lizard, for the uninitiated) in the National Park but they didn’t tell us about the ingenuity of the Brush Turkeys. This busy little guy has pulled our rubbish bag out of the bucket and he is dragging it around and pecking at the plastic trying to get the food scraps out. Continue reading Taking Out the Garbage