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

With plans in ashes there’s only one option

We’re not the only caravanners gripped with reluctance to travel at present. As Victorian grey nomads we prefer to leave our summer travels until the schools go back but then where do we go? We have two options: Somewhere that hasn’t burnt, either the central north or the west of the state. Or do we head to the eastern half of the state, most of which has been decimated by fires. Put it that way, the answer then is simple. This year it will be a fire ravaged area for both our safety and to bolster those broken communities. Surely … Continue reading With plans in ashes there’s only one option

Mulambin Mumblings – Doctor, doctor

Aug 2019, Mulambin, Capricorn Coast, Qld Which we are told by the locals is pronounced M’lumb’n. Get your chops around that one.  Being back in a busier area (almost a city) I visit a doctor in Emu Park to check on my aches and pains from my unexpected examination of the bitumen on a dark night outside the 1770 pub. Which will forever more be known as my ‘pub squash’. It’s a bright modern practice with a fine painting of an emu gracing the wall. A charming young doctor (they’re all young at my age) tells me that I’ve got … Continue reading Mulambin Mumblings – Doctor, doctor