Month: March 2019

NSW, Wildlife9 Comments

Lyrebirds

Itching for Hitching

Mar 2019, somewhere in South Eastern NSW Just before Eden a lyrebird scoots across the highway in front of us. A whoosh of brown with his magnificent long tail trailing behind. That’s four that we’ve now seen in our caravanning travels and all too fast to be photographed. Elusive, is the best description for those little buggers. But even more curious is the fact that they can mimic many other sounds so if you hear a chainsaw in the bush it just might be a cheeky lyrebird exercising his vocal cords.   Continue reading Lyrebirds

Caravanning Hints10 Comments

The Aldi 7 speed camp chairs

Itching for Hitching

Recently Aldi had a special on camping equipment. This is an event that happens a couple of times a year and sends even the most frugal of caravanners into a state of excitement. When we started this particular jaunt Toothless and his Missus rocked up with brand new Aldi Adventuridge camp chairs. These chairs have 7 different seating positions which they both took great joy in demonstrating at each happy hour. With these sort of shenanigans is it any wonder Elle stows her gin in her bra? By the end of the trip Aldi had sold us another four chairs! … Continue reading The Aldi 7 speed camp chairs

Blogging13 Comments

Bloggers Bash Awards 2019

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A big thank you to the very kind reader who has nominated my blog for the Bloggers Bash Awards of 2019 Best Travel Blog. Is it a travel blog or the memoir of a misguided meanderer? That I can’t say. I do subscribe to the theory that only dementia can steal your travel memories. So, if the unthinkable happens, I’ll at least be able to enjoy reading the travels of someone of whom I don’t know. Continue reading Bloggers Bash Awards 2019

Wildlife4 Comments

Two Worlds

Itching for Hitching

This morning I read a quote from Margy on ‘Fueled by Chocolate‘ which reminded me that yesterday I found a Huntsman spider (about the size of my palm) sitting on our caravan tidy bin. I quickly raced him outside and left him to scamper across the Whorouly grass. “I wish you’d kill those things!” said a wary Woody. “Under our floor, spider families. Two worlds an inch apart.” – Mike Garofalo On reading that quote this morning I suddenly remembered the spider that Woody tried to kill in Lake Bolac last November and whose body I had never found. The … Continue reading Two Worlds