Banned on the Run, Day 1 – Benalla

I was sitting in the sun wondering if the wandering ibis would eat the slice of tomato I’d just dropped when Elle mentioned that she’d just finished reading the Go West blog posts. I almost choked on my lunch. Having scheduled the last of those posts weeks ago I’d completely lost track of time. Which considering the current state of the world is not a bad thing. Background The Victorian government loosened the Stage 3 Covid restrictions for the Queens Birthday weekend in mid June and in an effort to boost tourism asked people to take a holiday. We decided … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 1 – Benalla

Go West, Day 113 – Melbourne

Day 113 Saturday 27th June 2015, fog and mist 6 degrees at 7:30 Ballarat to Melbourne An icy cold winters morning. The sun is trying hard to break through the clouds. Our windscreen wipers are squeaking on the glass as they haven’t had much use lately. We’ve heard from the Ollies and they’re in Western Queensland on their way to Brisbane. We hear on the news that another climber has fallen and died in Hancock Gorge, Karijini National Park. It is a place where nature is to be respected. What’s that on the horizon? Melbourne! A constant supply of good … Continue reading Go West, Day 113 – Melbourne

Go West, Day 112 – Ballarat

Day 112 Friday 26th June 2015, grey 9 oh no, now it’s 8 – 13 Tailem Bend to Ballarat This is ridiculous we’re on the road at 7:30! I guess that’ll make up for the half hour that we’ll lose at the border. Last night we nodded off to the honking of water hens which certainly worked for me anyway. We cross the border into Victoria. Sheep, shearing sheds, grain silos and gnarly old red gums. Feels like home. Eek HOME = Ironing and I haven’t done that since Perth.  The town of Kaniva has painted sheep statues on the street … Continue reading Go West, Day 112 – Ballarat

Go West, Day 2 – Charlton

Day 2 Go West Sunday 8th March 2015 Charlton We wake to the smell of the Aussie bush. After walking around town looking at the houses, shops and the river the three of us try to attach Veewee’s new pole carrier to the underside of her new van. Of course, this may seem a simple task to most members of our caravan club but to us climbing Everest would have been easier. We take turns in rolling about under the chassis and groaning while Tillie leaps about giving dog assistance (not). Woody had left the clips from one end at … Continue reading Go West, Day 2 – Charlton