Month: October 2017

Caravanning Hints8 Comments

Why Women Must Learn to Tow

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All it takes is a stumble and one of you can be out of action. When I suddenly found myself sitting on my ankle on a well maintained National Park pathway no one would have been more surprised than me. But a broken ankle meant that poor Woody had a three thousand kilometre drive with no assistance except for a whingeing navigator with her leg propped on a cushion. Now imagine if that had been Woody with the broken ankle and if I wasn’t able to tow the caravan. We really would have been up that proverbial creek. Someone once … Continue reading Why Women Must Learn to Tow

Choosing a Van6 Comments

Our Mate’s New Van

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Have I mentioned our mate’s new van? Well it has club lounge style seating which has quite a bit of storage room underneath, but the cushions are a bit difficult to lift. To make for easier access to the storage our mate’s missus asked the manufacturer to put in two cupboard doors on the ends. “They’re lovely cupboards” says our mate “but I can’t even get my undies in.” Behind one door are the batteries and behind the other is the gas heater. Whoops. Not to mention our mate being somewhat pooped when we arrive from shimmying under the van … Continue reading Our Mate’s New Van

When Things Just Go Wrong3 Comments

An Old Favourite

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We drive south through the ranges and on to an old favourite the Jondaryan Woolshed on the Darling Downs. As we pull in Woody notices that we’ve lost the end from our pole carrier (tube) and we’ve lost half our annexe poles and one awning deflapper, about $300 worth, bugger. I’ll bet some Queensland bloke has rushed home to his missus and said “Look what I’ve found!” We pat the animals, cook Kilcoy steaks on a new griddle and the sun sets warm and late over the paddocks. The smell of sheep shit lingers in the air. Aah we’ll sleep … Continue reading An Old Favourite

Why Caravanning9 Comments

A Bugger of a Life

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What sort of life is this when a poor old bugger can’t even lie in bed? The bloody kookaburras set up a racket of laughter at 6:00am. Then the damned black cockies start their shrieking and the whip birds, well I only wish that I could crack a whip like that. Now the sun is shining so fiercely that everyone has to sit outside for breakfast. And speaking of food, some lousy little critter ate the piece of bread that I left on the table last night. I shouldn’t complain ‘cos he saved me from having to put it in … Continue reading A Bugger of a Life

Places, Qld3 Comments

Georgetown

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Georgetown up in the Gulf country on the Savannah Way in Queensland is quiet, small and spread out with big wide streets and it’s hot. We buy groceries at the servo / supermarket and vegies at the fruiterer/cake shop. We call on a charming old butcher, he has a small shop with no display case. He cuts the meat on demand as you read from the list on the wall. Hmmm steak sounds good. Woody likes his daily newspaper, but here they are five days old. We scratch our heads because the mail truck has just been through, he doesn’t … Continue reading Georgetown