Mar 2019, Broulee, NSW At the northern end of Broulee beach Candlagan Creek flows out to sea. Small and sheltered and perfect for kayaks and SUP’s we marvelled at the clarity of the water. Advertisements Continue reading Candlagan Creek
Mar 2019, Broulee, NSW Continue reading Broulee Head
Mar 2019, Mogo, NSW From Broulee we take the Princes Highway up to Mogo. What must have been a quaint old town is to my mind, now a bunch of wooden shops all selling similar Balinese imports. Not being much of a shopper, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I disappear in search of a loo and find a French bulldog in a suitcase in a very interesting little shop, whose name escapes me (the shop not the dog). It is opposite the public toilets and if you find it, it does have a dog called Ted, in a suitcase. Continue reading Ted
Mar 2019, Broulee, NSW I take an early morning walk on the beach without the camera as it is an overcast and bland morning. To my surprise the seagulls are catching tiny fish, hell I thought that they lived on … Continue reading Never leave the camera behind
Mar 2019, Broulee, NSW Once set up at Broulee (Brow Lee in local speak) we take a drive along the coast in search of oysters, nice fresh Sydney Rock oysters of which this coast is famous. We do however find … Continue reading A Search for Quays and Keys
Mar 2019, Broulee, NSW El Prado takes ages to get the van set up in Broulee, then when all unhitched, happy with the level and legs down he realises that he is too close to the power box and can’t unfurl his awning. And it’s sunny. Poor old El Prado is about as popular as rats under the house! To top it off the neighbour is whingeing about someone disconnecting her power and blames us. We’re going to have to give her a wide berth too. Continue reading Keep an eye out for poles and whingers
Mar 2019, Wallaga Lake, NSW Continue reading Wallaga Lake, a peaceful spot
Mar 2019, Bermagui, NSW For days now I’ve had a blocked left ear which is leaving me feeling like a duck with one foot nailed to the floor and wanting to walk in circles. Stone deaf in my left ear has meant that I’ve been sleeping really well but when it came to catching a fly in the caravan I had no idea where the buzzing blighter was. I even missed partaking in a local ukulele festival. By Monday I booked an appointment at the Bermagui medical centre and joined a throng of elderly surfers waiting to be attended to, … Continue reading ‘ard of ‘earing
There is nothing worse than seeing an interesting pub only to find that you are way too early and the joint won’t be open until lunchtime or worse still 4:00pm like so many country establishments these days. One can only … Continue reading Dromedary Hotel, Central Tilba
Mar 2019, Central Tilba, NSW Leaving the vans we pile into two cars and head north to Tilba Tilba and Central Tilba. Through more forests of spotted gum, across the old wooden Wallaga Lake bridge near the lake mouth where … Continue reading Of Tilba’s there are many
