If we went to school together can you put your hand up?

In the Fort O’Hare camp ground at Dartmoor, Vic I wander down to the Glenelg River to take a few photos and sit on the wooden landing. Another camper sits beside me and we start chatting about this and that. It turns out that we went to high school together. Small world yet again. Advertisements Continue reading If we went to school together can you put your hand up?

Shredding our electricals

Autumn 2017 In the Murray Valley we head out of town to a camp at Tallangatta Creek which happens to be closed, on our return to town we are tooted by a passing car and realise that our caravan lights aren’t working and the plug is hanging on the road shredded. The local servo tells us that a plug should be in tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes. The auto electrician in Corryong is a wizard and does a great job of replacing the plug and giving us tourism tips. He suggests that we use Corryong as a base and drive up … Continue reading Shredding our electricals

It’s a plane

Feb 2018 Wooroonook Lakes (a bit over 200kms north of Melbourne by air) Cortisone keeps me awake until around midnight, the road is busy with trucks, a lonely mopoke calls and Woody’s snoring is in chorus with a thousand frogs. A low roar becomes louder, it’s a plane overhead where probably 300 people are wondering when the seatbelt sign will be switched off so that they can all stand up and reshuffle the overhead locker before settling in with a movie or two then breakfast in Singapore. Continue reading It’s a plane