Here’s one for Lyn from Lynz Real Cooking. And thanks to her question I’ve had a wonderful morning learning about the habits of Australian freshwater crustaceans and I now live in fear that a colony of Western Australian Marron that … Continue reading Yabbies
Because it is a constant mental and physical workout. This may look easy but he’d just carried it half a kilometre from the pub in 30 degree heat! The things a man will do for a cold beer. Continue reading Why is caravanning good for seniors?
We’re staying in Streaky Bay, SA and we pop in to Perlubie Beach to check out the free camp (as you do) and discover caravanner’s nirvana. A wide sweep of sand on the northern end of Streaky Bay. Some vans … Continue reading My Own Kind of Paradise
This morning as I’m guiding Woody and the Jeep back onto the hitch for the thousandth time and when I convey in female hand signals that he’s an umpteenth to the left out and just needs to roll gently forward an inch and move back to the right, in frustration I ask him if he follows my signals … which are: 3 fingers waving backwards (and thumb pointing to left or right as needed) = keep coming 2 fingers waving backwards = getting closer 1 finger waving backwards (like calling a kitten) = real close, go slow He stares … Continue reading Universal Water Ski Signing
I’ve always, always loved picnics. A picnic is one of life’s great pleasures and it’s almost free. Whether it’s a simple sandwich and a bottle of water or home baked quiches, pates, salads and crusty bread enjoyed with a glass of wine it’s all about enjoying the outdoors. It could be in a park, beside a river or on the coast it doesn’t matter because it’s about nature and fresh air. With a caravan, when you find that perfect picnic spot you’ve already got your ‘picnic basket on wheels’ with you. There are goodies in the fridge, wine and beer … Continue reading It’s One Big Picnic
Lake Churra, Robe on South Australia’s Limestone Coast. Continue reading Lake Churra
Dartmoor, Vic. March 2018 We crawl into bed anxious as it is expected to rain heavily overnight yet it is still 28˚ at 9:30pm. We leave every window and hatch open to get some relief. Lightning flashes for hours, then … Continue reading A Change of Season
Patchewollock in Victoria’s Mallee region is a town that has seen better times. The houses are rundown, the church and school have closed. The Art Deco era pub has to be the saddest that I’ve seen. The grain silos however … Continue reading Patchewollock
Feb 2018 Wooroonook Lakes (a bit over 200kms north of Melbourne by air) Cortisone keeps me awake until around midnight, the road is busy with trucks, a lonely mopoke calls and Woody’s snoring is in chorus with a thousand frogs. A low roar becomes louder, it’s a plane overhead where probably 300 people are wondering when the seatbelt sign will be switched off so that they can all stand up and reshuffle the overhead locker before settling in with a movie or two then breakfast in Singapore. Continue reading It’s a plane
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