Having been recommended to us by the local Corryong auto electrician we grab ourselves a site at Colac Colac (pronounced ‘clack clack’) Caravan Park beside the pretty Nariel Creek. Green lawns run down to this burbling little trout stream. There … Continue reading Colac Colac Caravan Park
March 2015 We’re in Port Augusta, SA and now that the wind has stopped I can appreciate the view across the inlet to the Flinders Ranges. It is a shame that the view is spoilt by a high barbed wire fence. We are locked in a gated park, apparently due to the incidence of burglaries. Even the dump point has a fence around it, although I’m wondering what they could steal, poo perhaps? Continue reading What’s the crime?
Is this the prettiest caravan park in Australia? Kimberleyland Caravan Park in Kununurra, Western Australia is only minutes from the heart of town yet it’s views truly showcase the reason why everyone loves the Kimberley region. Situated on Lily Creek … Continue reading Kimberleyland
A short distance off the Pacific Highway Crescent Head in NSW is small and unspoilt by modern high rise. It has a relaxed beachside ambience. It is a surf town, in fact the first on the legendary coastal surf trail … Continue reading Crescent Head
Although the caravan park is neat and clean (being constantly maintained by a team of fit young men), it does have a location problem; It is adjacent to the largest cemetery you’ve ever seen (60,000 souls), well, in these parts anyway. It is also opposite the veterinarian and we’re woken every morning by barking dogs, lots of barking dogs and every evening there is an all pervading ‘fug’ coming from the vet’s dog poo disposal unit. Eew. Continue reading This Camp is on the Nose
The woman in the van beside us sings. She sings in the toilet, she sings in the van, she sings in the park. Her husband says that she sings in her sleep. I shouldn’t complain, she has a beautiful voice and she’s deliriously happy. …and with this view is it any wonder that she’s singing: Continue reading The Singer
Eighty Mile Beach or ‘Eighty Mile’ as it is fondly called wins us over. 365km south of Broome and a short 10km drive from the Great Northern Highway, it is a pretty park with lots of green lawn, shady trees … Continue reading Eighty Mile Beach
Just south of Coffs Harbour, the neat and spacious Urunga Heads Holiday Park is right on the water. Our van overlooks the spot where the Kalang River joins the Bellinger River to flow out to sea. There is a long boardwalk running all the way out to the surf beach. It has had many incarnations and was originally built for the pilot station staff to run out to the river mouth to guide the ships in. Sailing ships used to land here to transport the cedar out. After walking the boardwalk we’ve worked up a thirst so we head to … Continue reading Urunga, NSW
Now I’ve seen everything, I just passed a woman walking out of the amenities block wearing nothing but wet feet, a towel and clutching a bottle of shampoo. I didn’t dare say g’day for fear that she would drop the towel! Continue reading G’day?
At Jondaryan Woolshed on the Darling Downs of Queensland we don our winter woollies and gum boots and join a bunch of Japanese school kids, teenagers, for a sheep shearing demonstration using hand shears. The poor old sheep is being shorn for the first time and doesn’t utter a single baa. Interesting to us is that all discussion by the teachers is in English and there is a bit of English instruction bandied about “one lamb, two lambs, one sheep, two sheep, no S.” Then we learn that if a sheep is shorn with wet wool the wool will self … Continue reading A Lesson in Ovine Plurals