An Old Favourite

We drive south through the ranges and on to an old favourite the Jondaryan Woolshed on the Darling Downs. As we pull in Woody notices that we’ve lost the end from our pole carrier (tube) and we’ve lost half our annexe poles and one awning deflapper, about $300 worth, bugger. I’ll bet some Queensland bloke has rushed home to his missus and said “Look what I’ve found!” We pat the animals, cook Kilcoy steaks on a new griddle and the sun sets warm and late over the paddocks. The smell of sheep shit lingers in the air. Aah we’ll sleep … Continue reading An Old Favourite

Telling it like it is

Earlier this winter… Now that we’ve been away from the coast for a few weeks the large range in daily temperatures is playing havoc with our skin. Today is our anniversary and Woody wakes me with a kiss then recoils shouting “Shit you look like a fucking clown!” Suddenly I remember… waking in the night with sore lips, groping in the dark for lip balm and smothering my lips, then noticing the lipstick smell but having quelled the pain just falling asleep. Woody was right I do look like a clown, with an inch of bright red lipstick around my … Continue reading Telling it like it is

Damn and doggone

2013 – We had planned to spend a week ambling around the Victorian Goldfields looking for good free camps before meeting up with friends in the historic town of Clunes:- Imminent bushfires prevent us from free camping for the first few days and on the Saturday when we are just starting to relax we pull into Castlemaine and realise that most of the streets have angle parking. We find a perfect parallel park and while I have my head buried in the Camps Guide, Woody reverses back to make more room for other motorists, there is a sickening crunch and … Continue reading Damn and doggone

When Things Go Wrong – Just Cook!

We arrived at Nullarbor Roadhouse in the afternoon, it was 40 degrees or thereabouts, there was phone reception (at last) and our friend learnt that her house 2000kms behind us, had been robbed. We cooked while we formulated a plan. Up in tropical north Queensland our mate’s van door locked jamming wife Elle inside for three hours. We cooked and a curry was ready by the time that Elle was freed by the locksmith. And then this little doosie from Central Queensland in 2016: “Because of the big wet we decide to forgo our trip up to Finch Hatton in … Continue reading When Things Go Wrong – Just Cook!

Wet T Shirts

Camped in Rollingstone, Qld we had a shower of rain during the night. (Readers please note: a shower in tropical north Queensland seems to be the equivalent of Melbourne’s annual rainfall in a matter of ten short minutes). We raced outside to drop the clears on the annexe and by the time we’d finished unrolling and zipping the rain had almost stopped. All we could do was stand and laugh because I was in a T shirt and Woody in his undies and there we were soaked to the skin and dripping, just a couple of drowned old farts. Continue reading Wet T Shirts

Trump’s word of the day – Leaky

When you are pottering about the house you sometimes don’t even notice that it’s raining. In the caravan you hear every drop on the roof. TV becomes impossible to hear and if it goes on for too long you start to get cabin fever and pray that nothing leaks. In a tent it’s a different story altogether. Shovels are at the ready to dig trenches to drain the water away. Extra tarps are hung from the trees to give more shelter and it’s out with the garbage bag raincoats. For those of you who have been following this blog for … Continue reading Trump’s word of the day – Leaky

Ice Cream Anyone?

A quick walk around town to get the blood pumping after being in the car all day and suddenly we feel exhausted. Thankfully there’s soup thawing in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer. We can barely keep our eyes open to watch My Kitchen Rules so I grab the ice cream out of the freezer…bugger it’s not ice cream at all, the container is a block of ice. Woody has been making big ice blocks for the Techni Ice fridge again! This is not the first time… Continue reading Ice Cream Anyone?

It’s Not All a Bed of Roses

Outside it’s 8 degrees and the fan heater is working overtime. The rain has not stopped since we arrived in Euroa. It’s barely stopped all day. We can’t hear the TV for the noise of the rain. The van has started leaking again and as much as it would be nice to be home the weather is much much worse there. The park ducks have pooped all over our step and it’s hard not to tramp it inside. Damn it all it’s time to throw the second doona on the bed and hope that the creek doesn’t flood. 1:00am the … Continue reading It’s Not All a Bed of Roses