What? Jam in your ears?

Feb 2021, Meeniyan, Vic The morning flies by with a lengthy morning chat session outside our van with our mob and our neighbouring campers. While everyone yacks happily Woody is inside the van cleaning his hearing aids. Hearing a swift rap on the window and I run in to find him in a tizz, he’s lost the soft flexible part of his hearing aid and it is jammed deep inside his ear. With tweezers and a headlamp (commonly referred to in this caper as a ‘dickhead torch’) I manage to latch onto it and drag it out of the depths … Continue reading What? Jam in your ears?

Campus Interruptus

Feb 2021, Venus Bay, Vic From our freedom camp at Meeniyan we drive down to the coastal holiday town of Venus Bay in readiness for our February caravan club muster. We are greeted by a grumpy “You’re early!” from the manager (it was 10:10am and most parks open for arrivals at 10:00) and we’re told that there are people on both of our sites who will be told to pack up. There’s no mention of putting us on another two of the many unoccupied sites. We walk the rather bedraggled park and wait. The tent campers pack up and leave … Continue reading Campus Interruptus

Banned on the Run, Day 48 – In hot water

Day 48 Tuesday 28/7/20 Wooli As I make the bed I notice that the hot water fitting is still leaking. We ring Phil Winmill Caravans in Grafton and quickly decide to take the van into Grafton with us when we go in to see the audiologist. As we’re still eating breakfast it’s a mad dash to dress and stow and hitch the van up and be there in time. Grafton is about 50Kms away. Phil is a nice bloke, he fixes the connection in minutes while he tells us how much he loves fitting Chinese diesel heaters. He makes us … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 48 – In hot water

Life at Camp Corona

Well another week or two has passed. We’re losing track of the days and dates and please forgive us if we stand with heads bowed on our driveway commemorating ANZAC day on the wrong day. We went into isolation about 4 weeks ago when we returned from our somewhat failed Empty Esky trip. I’m thankful now that the last non-medical person I came into contact with, was my hairdresser. Woody on the other hand, is resigned to growing his hair long for the last time. As he reckons there’ll be little left when next it is cut. And speaking of … Continue reading Life at Camp Corona

Joyce and Frank

Anyone who has caravanned for a time will have a story about being locked in or out of their van and our crazy mates El & Elle Prado have turned door locking into an artform. They’ve successfully locked themselves inside and outside of their van 5 times now and all that we can do is offer sympathy and laugh ourselves silly. When I read this poem in Everything Caravan and Camping I knew it just had to be shared and El & Elle, this one’s for you! JOYCE AND FRANK by Robert Dungey Joyce and Frank had had enough, they … Continue reading Joyce and Frank

Athletic Geriatrics

I recently visited my doctor with a suspected broken bone. She suggested that it was time for a bone density test. I just don’t think she understands us caravanners. Afterall whenever I have a long lunch get together with my two longest friends, the little girls who used to live down the road and who are both now septuagenarian caravanners, we compare our most recent breaks and where we got them. “Oh, lucky we missed that waterfall, how was the road in? And the elbow’s working ok now?” Get my drift? Continue reading Athletic Geriatrics