Looking for long lost relatives? Sometimes they’re closer than you think.

We joined a local caravan club and discovered that we were distantly related to one of the members. We’ve travelled many thousands of kilometres with one mate from our club and this year we camped with her at beautiful Nambucca Heads. Being a relaxing holiday whenever our friend had a chance she poured over Ancestry.Com in search of her Mother’s family. Her Mother had never told her children that she had been fostered thus it had been something of a shock for them to find out only recently that the family they believed were theirs were not blood relations. Needless … Continue reading Looking for long lost relatives? Sometimes they’re closer than you think.

There’s Stacks to see in Gulgong

Most people soak up the history in Gulgong, admiring the well kept old buildings, the shop verandahs, the convict built gutter stones, the quaint picket fenced cottages. Most people soak up the history, it was the childhood home of poet Henry Lawson, it was the town featured on the first $10 note. Not us. Vee had assured us that one of the best $2 shops exists in the basement below the local supermarket. And you know what? She’s right. We spent an hour trawling the shelves in Stacks buying soaps, a new roasting fork and macrame cotton as we listened … Continue reading There’s Stacks to see in Gulgong

Fate and Mate’s Mates

By chance we are staying in a town that up until a week ago we’d never heard of. We’re camped at the Bowling Club enjoying the sun and the company of good neighbours. We join them for dinner and it turns out that they hail from West Rosebud, on the Mornington Peninsula and not far from us. The food by the way is great. We spend four days at the Kandanga Bowls Club, soaking up the sun and chatting happily with our neighbours and it takes that long for any of us to realise that one of them went to … Continue reading Fate and Mate’s Mates

Tragedy Averted

I’m in the campground toilet and I hear a moan, an awful moan. What do I do? She must have fallen in the shower. With my jeans around my knees I’m helpless. My mind is racing. When I finish I’ll check on her then call for help. Bones are bound to be broken so we’ll need an ambulance, the office isn’t that far away. Then I hear it. That telltale plop. Just another difficult poo. Continue reading Tragedy Averted

Memories

A trip shouldn’t end when you return home. A friend of ours once said “I spent $100,000 on overseas travel and I don’t remember $80,000 of it!” It is for this reason that I began a journal on our first caravanning trip and have continued to do so. That journal becomes a private blog as we travel for family and friends to know where we are. The photos become a DVD when we get home, not for boring our friends to death but to cheer us up on a cold night. Random snippets from these blogs end up here on … Continue reading Memories