The pub?

In historic Burra, SA our caravans back onto the Burra creek in the little caravan park. Ducks wander the park and swim noisily about in the creek below. A small bridge leads to the heart of this charming heritage town with its vine clad verandas and flagstone footpaths.  Perhaps we’re biased as Woody’s ancestors settled here back in the 1850’s but we can almost sense their presence, it is a town that is easy to be captivated by. The Caravan Park manager is a bit of a character and he tells us where to park our vans and asks us … Continue reading The pub?

Guess Who Bought a Waeco?

March 2015 We’re camped in the northern beachside suburbs of Perth and preparing for our trip up the West Coast. The Karrinyup Waters Resort Caravan Park in Gwelup is without a doubt the nicest city park that we’ve stayed in. There are lakes to stroll around a quality supermarket nearby and although the park is quiet it’s only a short drive to pick up the freeway into the city. ….A 4WD complete with kid’s bikes on the roof drives out of the van park with a very long orange electrical lead dragging behind, I guess someone forgot to unplug their … Continue reading Guess Who Bought a Waeco?

Well that went off with a bang

I usually do the planning for our trips and Woody says “Just surprise me!” Whenever we’re chatting with mates or newfound friends I note the places mentioned and ‘Heart’ the campsites on WikiCamps, gee I wish they’d give us a colour system so I know which are true favourites or someone else’s recommendation, anyway I took Woody to an ammunition dump for our anniversary. Yep, an ammunition dump, how romantic is that? What the hell was I thinking? Most women would choose a 5 star resort or hotel and break out the glad rags. Not me, I was so busy … Continue reading Well that went off with a bang

Tragedy Averted

I’m in the campground toilet and I hear a moan, an awful moan. What do I do? She must have fallen in the shower. With my jeans around my knees I’m helpless. My mind is racing. When I finish I’ll check on her then call for help. Bones are bound to be broken so we’ll need an ambulance, the office isn’t that far away. Then I hear it. That telltale plop. Just another difficult poo. Continue reading Tragedy Averted