Yarn Bombing

One must not always think of Queensland as being warm. In winter inland nights are icy and in August in Warwick we find ourselves diving into the caravan for a quick change into long pants and jumpers just so that we can buy some lunch. And for those who know Woody and his love of shorts, that is seriously cold. But the good folks of Warwick have been hard at work to ensure that old Tom Byrnes here is kept warm in his striking scarf and beanie. Thanks to Margaret From Pyrenees to Pennines for the prompt. Continue reading Yarn Bombing

Toompine

May 2018 From Yowah we hit the road again and for another one and a half hours of red dirt and mulga, though at one point we are arrested, as we crest a ridge, by a fabulous view of hundreds of kilometres of …wait for it… red dirt and mulga. (sorry no photo, I was driving) Around lunchtime we pull into Toompine Hotel known as “The pub without a town”. A corrugated classic with an old tennis court out front and a row of accommodation dongas happily labelled Toompine Terraces. Built in 1893 The Toompine was once a Cobb & … Continue reading Toompine

The Regulars

Did you hear the one about the bunch of regulars who meet at the same caravan park every year? When they heard that their mates, let’s call them The Smiths, had bought a big new van they had a word with the park manager. The Smiths were the last of the group to arrive and were shocked to find a tap in the middle of their favourite camp site. After much head scratching by The Smiths, Mick the somewhat laid back and cheeky manager strolled over, picked up the fake tap and strolled away amidst roars of laughter. Continue reading The Regulars

Confused by Stonehenge…again

Queensland June 2018 On the Thomson Development Road, from Jundah to Longreach, we detour into a tiny dot of a hamlet called Stonehenge and although nothing like its namesake we are once more left bewildered. There is a population of 30 and a good RV camp for bewildered souls to stop and ponder, an Information Centre and the iconic Stonehenge Pub, damn it’s too early to pop in for a drink. Somewhere out in the scrub there’s an over the horizon radar facility that watches our coastline, I do hope that they’re not watching our peripatetic wanderings. Heading off once … Continue reading Confused by Stonehenge…again

Cunnamulla Fellas

Arriving in Cunnamulla at noon we’re surprised to find a bright cheery oasis of gardens and greenery. We have burgers at The Gidgee Bean Cafe and after having seen very few vans this trip we marvel at the number passing the cafe window. Hello, we don’t even think to ring the van park and book ourselves a spot. We arrive shocked to get the last two sites. No, ‘sites’ is a misnomer. We’re sharing a driveway with a large off road truck thing and on a promise for a river view site tomorrow morning. In trying to shimmy into our … Continue reading Cunnamulla Fellas