The Cornish Miners

It is said that the old Cornish miners of Broken Hill used to sleep sitting up, because their lungs were too damaged by lead and dust to allow them to sleep horizontally. They had traipsed up from South Australia, with their worldly goods in their wheelbarrows, after the copper ran out at Burra in the early 1880’s. Can you imagine how it must have felt pushing a wheelbarrow 350kms across semi arid land? Advertisements Continue reading The Cornish Miners

Where are you?

July 2017 Sunshine Coast, Qld Back at our camp at Lake MacDonald after a morning tootling about the Noosa river Woody sends a bragging InstaWeather pic to Dee and she replies with the temperature in Noosa. “What? You mean that you’re just down the road?” Yes, they’ve been up ‘here’ since Friday too. We spend a lazy afternoon chatting about life, death and dump points. Continue reading Where are you?

Are We Losing It…again?

Winter 2017 We’ve been out of TV range for the last few nights so we started watching Season 4 of A Place to Call Home (a family saga set in New South Wales). After a big night at the bowling club where we are camped we thought that we might just watch the first episode. We had awful trouble trying to remember who was on with who from the last series but what the heck. After all it had been quite a few years since we saw the last season on TV. Needless to say we fell into bed feeling … Continue reading Are We Losing It…again?

Karijini where are you?

After a rather pleasant Happy Hour with the neighbours Woody throws the empties in the recycle bin and I start preparing dinner. A few minutes later he is searching the camp for his favourite Karijini National Park stubby holder. Halfway through cooking dinner I find myself holding the torch while Woody climbs the ladder and leans into the dumper to extract said stubby holder. Oh dear, life is never dull on the road. Continue reading Karijini where are you?

We’ve Been Robbed!..?

Woody is rummaging around in the back of the Jeep. “I just reorganised it yesterday and now everything is in a different place, we must have been robbed, but I can’t find anything missing!” he says. We stare at the back of the car, the umbrella and hiking stick are within easy reach which is strange as they are normally behind the seat and rarely used. Come to think of it nothing is in logical order. We search the car for things of value, the GPS (who’d want her, she lies so often?), the small change (whoopee enough for a … Continue reading We’ve Been Robbed!..?