Lake Churra
Lake Churra, Robe on South Australia’s Limestone Coast. Continue reading Lake Churra
Category: SA
Redruth Lockup
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
Moorook
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
Is Someone Watching the Tide?
Colourful folk around here
Stocking up with supplies and standing in a supermarket queue near a mother and teenage daughter when Mum lets loose with “Will you get off that goddamned f***in’ phone? I wanna talk to Nanna!” Continue reading Colourful folk around here
The Midnight Oil house
Quite possibly one of the most photographed ruins in the country, the house that featured on the cover of Midnight Oil’s Diesel and Dust album sits in a paddock just outside of Burra, South Australia. One has to agree that it does have character. Continue reading The Midnight Oil house
In the afterglow of day
I never really knew what that expression meant until this moment. Continue reading In the afterglow of day
Thunderboxes
March 2015 It is a warm morning in Pildappa, South Australia and I’m sitting in a National Park long drop trying hard not to breathe until the day’s work is completed, when an ant bites me! Ouch!! Translation note: Thunderbox = unsewered outdoor toilet, hence ‘long drop’. Campers sometimes remark on how well the rangers have dug the hole as they often listen for the deposit to reach the bottom. Continue reading Thunderboxes
What’s the crime?
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?
Get orf the roof!
We’re camped in an overnight rest area on the Nullarbor Plain. Green parrots chatter on our roof and I’m convinced that they’re tugging at cables. But Woody is engrossed in his book The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo so he just mutters “yeah”. I leap naked about the bathroom banging on the ceiling to no avail. Hmm I wonder what will happen when we’re back in civilisation and looking for TV reception in a few days time? Continue reading Get orf the roof!
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