Lake Churra
Lake Churra, Robe on South Australia’s Limestone Coast. Continue reading Lake Churra
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
You can imagine my excitement when I found this one in an old lockup in the historic town of Burra in SA. I could barely contain myself. Continue reading Redruth Lockup
We’re camped at Ayson’s Reserve near Elmore in Victoria and our mate Dee reckons that she can smell gas. We spend 15 minutes walking around their van sniffing in hatches, on our knees under the van and pouring soapy water over the gas connections. Sure enough, bubbles appear around the upright connector between the two gas bottles and we can now clearly see that the nut has a small crack in it. Daz is able to stop the leak and repair it temporarily until we can get into town and get it fixed. That old soapy water trick never fails. Continue reading Can you smell gas?
Moorook is a small town on the manicured banks of the Murray River in South Australia’s Riverland. A short drive from Loxton it costs a mere $10.50 per night to put your feet up here and boy it doesn’t get … Continue reading Moorook
My doctor asked how long we would be away and I said that I was unsure. “Oh serendipitous” he replied. A few weeks later we’re making sandwiches at a dusty roadside rest area on the Eyre Highway when a chap … Continue reading Serendipitous
We tend to listen to the radio when we’re driving, ‘though I do find the morning ‘Shock Jocks’ who try to incite fear into their listeners a tad tiresome. The ABC is always a welcome source of knowledge and “Macca on a Sunday” must be the patron saint of Grey Nomads. Sometimes we fluke a local station as pass by and get a feel for life in that area. Recently we were driving through Victoria’s Mallee region which for those who don’t know it is part of a very large grain growing area. An advertisement came on the radio and … Continue reading Mallee Radio
We take a couple of mates out to our new favourite watering hole, the Ky West Hotel near Tongala in northern Victoria. It’s a warm day and we’re enjoying the hospitality of the pub when the farmer across the road decides to spread fertiliser. Around and round he goes and on each pass the pub is shrouded in smelly dust and visibility drops to zero. I don’t know about the quality of the soil but the barman is growing angry. Continue reading Get a load of this