Where Sheds Count

Winter 2018, Midge Point, Qld Once more we wake to a magnificent morning but with a rather cool breeze. Woody is excited about seeing the Midge Market so we walk across the park. One sausage sizzle does not a market make. There are six stalls and a bunch of shivering locals bemoaning winter. We’re not captivated by wood carvings and have a van full of home-made soap so we walk around town checking out the real estate options. We notice that there’s a certain priority in this town. The best house in town is up for sale. It has a … Continue reading Where Sheds Count

Heartbroken at the Creekside Hotel

May 2018 We’ve just arrived at Warracknabeal in Victoria’s Wimmera for a caravan club muster and our dodgy bathroom drawer has done another backflip, this time emptying everything onto the floor. While Woody directs caravans into parking spots I’m on my knees picking his heart tablets out of the floor rug. Then rain disrupts our happy hour and sends us scurrying off to the pub early. The big old Creekside Hotel with its blazing fireplaces is warm and welcoming on this chilly autumn evening and the meals are top notch. Sometimes it’s hard to guess which pub will provide the … Continue reading Heartbroken at the Creekside Hotel

Meeting Crocodile Dundee

Winter 2018, Rollingstone, Qld Crocodile Dundee? Well the other day I met our friend ‘S’ struggling up the beach after having walked from Balgal Beach. What’s so special about that you may ask it’s only a kilometre or so. Nobody, but nobody walks to Balgal Beach because there is a crocodile infested creek between it and Rollingstone. Although we can see Balgal Beach fish cafe we have to drive 14kms to get there. I guess we forgot to tell Sue about the crocs. Continue reading Meeting Crocodile Dundee

Time to go

Yeppoon, Qld  July 2018 There was great excitement today…the newly repaired coastal scenic drive was reopened 5 minutes late at 2:05pm. It was such a hot topic at the caravan park that Woody made a point of being there to be among the first to drive on it. We saw the local media and the smiling politicians and probably made the papers as we cruised by the photographers on that smooth stretch of bitumen. I think we’ve been in this town too long. Continue reading Time to go

The Bitter End

In an effort to enjoy every iconic pub in this country sometimes we stumble and it this one we came a cropper. Aug 2018 With a bunch of mates we have lunch at the ‘B’ Hotel and it is memorable. I am ‘lucky’ enough to get the last serve of the daily roast pork. Funny we’re the first diners to order and they’ve only got six serves. Now I know the true meaning of ‘bitter end’ because I am confronted with a plate full of bitter, chewy and dry, day old roast ends. Is it any wonder that they gave … Continue reading The Bitter End