Under the Weather

My eyes look like oysters My hair feels like string My throat’s full of razors I’ve lost all my zing! We recently spent a totally relaxed week in the high country of Victoria with a bunch of mates. Nothing to do but talk, laugh and drink in the scenery…wisps of woodsmoke on the clean mountain air, a babbling stream and clever chattering birds. All too soon it was time to drive back down to Mansfield to join the rest of our club members for the formal part of the muster. Woody got the van all set up in the caravan park … Continue reading Under the Weather

Tape ? What tape?

The drive up the Hume Highway is quiet and made more enjoyable by a little classical music while Woody snoozes, Priscilla (our van) is humming away behind us. All of a sudden something starts hammering on the roof like hail. I wake Woody (deafness has its advantages), he opens the sunroof blind and says “Oh it’s the tape on the windscreen, it’s come undone.” “Tape, what’s tape doing on the windscreen?” Next thing we’re in the emergency lane, he has the step ladder out and he’s climbing up to put new gaffer tape on the windscreen, while cars whiz past … Continue reading Tape ? What tape?


July 2014 Sat – At 6:00pm we pick up our ‘still working’ mates from Cairns airport, they’ve come to join us for a few days in the sun. On the return drive to Port Douglas the car’s battery light keeps blinking on and off, on and off, we’re all a little nervous as there is nowhere to pull over on the coast road. Mon – Woody takes the car to a local mechanic for assessment and it is found that the alternator has failed. Another one will have to be shipped up from Melbourne. ‘Bill’ the mechanic can’t do the … Continue reading Alternating

A winter foray to warmer climes

What an odd trip this recent one was. Racing like idiots to get north of unseasonal rains in the inland of Queensland and thankful that we were not being battered by the driving rain and damaging high tides that hit the coast. Then being stopped by record breaking rain in Mackay and having to abandon plans to visit two National Parks, Finch Hatton and Byfield. Fair weather turned to an icy cold blast at Jondaryan on the Darling Downs when the Mercury only reached nine degrees. Ha, the sub tropics! We had grand plans to zig zag across New South … Continue reading A winter foray to warmer climes

Ablution Blocks

My damp feet start to curl on the cold wet tiles of the bathroom floor. Oh no don’t cramp now I still haven’t put my jeans on and all campers know what that entails; balancing on one leg whilst holding the pants leg high enough above the wet floor then gingerly trying to put the raised leg into the pants without getting anything wet. Did I mention the shower curtain? At least the shower was nice and hot. Continue reading Ablution Blocks

An Open Door Policy

Our friend Mrs Elle Prado cracked us all up when she described how husband Mr El Prado had to shimmy out the van window when their door locked them both in the van at Streaky Bay in South Australia.A year later they roll into our park.  In her zest to get a lovely sea breeze through the van Elle opens the fly door and suddenly it locks itself. This time it is Elle locked in. We arrive to find the park owner with screwdriver in hand, but to no avail. While they wait for a locksmith to arrive from Townsville, … Continue reading An Open Door Policy

The Pole Carrier

On our way to the West, we wake to the smell of the Aussie bush. After walking around town looking at the houses, shops and the river the three of us try to attach V’s new second hand pole carrier to the underside of her new van. Of course this may seem a simple task to most members of our caravan club but to us climbing Everest would have been easier. We take turns in rolling about under the chassis and groaning while Tilly leaps about giving dog assistance (not). Woody had left the clips from one end at home … Continue reading The Pole Carrier

All Stoved In

In Boort, Vic there are old gnarly peppercorn trees in the Main Street and bracts of pink peppercorns are crushed on the pavement. The air smells of pepper. We are on our way to a club muster in Balranald NSW but the first night is at a farmstay. Simply Tomatoes and Aussie Wool Quilts is 15kms north of town, down 5 kms of good dirt road. Owner Ian directs us to a park near the dam which is home to a flock of geese. When lighting the gas for the fridge we discover that our stove isn’t working. Gas is … Continue reading All Stoved In

The road that never ends…

Well it certainly feels like this road never ends especially when one leg is in plaster. Elliott, NT Elliott is on the Stuart Highway in the Barkly Tableland. There’s not a lot happening in Elliott apart from a cattle yard and a tick dip. The Elliott Caravan Park is a red dirt yard behind the servo. But on some sites there is power and water. There are amenities and a usable pool (which is not much use to me as I’m on crutches, I’m having enough trouble mastering the van shower with one leg stuck out the door) and sixteen … Continue reading The road that never ends…