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
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?
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?
Port Douglas, Qld Winter 2014 About four vans down from us there is a caravan with a monstrous bra hanging from the clothes hoist. Clothes come and go, but the bra stays. I wonder if they’re using it as a satellite dish? Continue reading Dodgy Reception
You’ve got to love supermarket loyalty programs. We were in The Kimberley a couple of years back when we stopped in at Halls Creek to fuel up. We were surprised to be asked if we had a Coles discount voucher. The nearest Coles supermarket was over 300kms up the road. One must never assume. Continue reading Thank You For Shopping at Coles
Kenilworth,QLD has a cheese factory that produces excellent cheese from local cows. We abort our tasting plans when Woody spots the old guy beside us scooping up cheese with a used yoghurt spoon. A double dipping champion. Continue reading Cheeses!
Now here’s a problem all of you mariners will be familiar with. Continue reading All at Sea
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?
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!..?
We were on a mining tour when we learnt that outback soil is red because of the iron content. In future I’ll consider it as mining when I’m trying to get the damned stuff out of our socks. Continue reading Hidden Riches