Category: Why Caravanning

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A Caravan Christmas

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This morning I finished cleaning the van and hopefully found the last of the tiny pink prawn feelers that hide in grooves and corners just waiting to stink to high heaven. Yep we’re home and ready to go again, when the time and weather is right. With Christmas festivities fulfilled early this year we decided to embark on a Caravan Christmas. Having pleasant but hazy memories of what was to be forever deemed ‘Christmas at Sea’ back in ‘1980 something’ when we tied our trailable yacht to the Paynesville boat ramp jetty and set about cooking and feasting (in a … Continue reading A Caravan Christmas

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Peace on Earth

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It is the eve of the eve of Christmas Eve, a warm Summer’s evening in Castlemaine, Central Victoria. And like a thousand other parks across the nation, Victory Park is filled with families on camp chairs and picnic rugs soaking up the atmosphere and singing along to the all familiar carols. The sun is low on the horizon and casting its golden glow on the trees. A drummer slipping behind the dais for a slurp of something wet … and cold drops his drumsticks on the ground. Those drummers have a reputation to keep you know. At the front of … Continue reading Peace on Earth

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FIFO Travellers

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You know the ones and we’re all guilty, they fly in for a few days then fly home and talk forever about when they ‘did’ Rome or Mauritius. Or the cruise ships that once stayed several days in port but these days only give passengers 6 or 8 hours to see a city in its entirety. Oh dear as I write this Woody has just stripped naked and dunked himself in the river! Thinks he’s 17 not 71. Now where was I? Yes, 6 hours in port “Oh yes, we did Barcelona, Kyoto or Vancouver.” The antithesis of this is … Continue reading FIFO Travellers

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Are We Losing It?

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It’s happy hour and we’re beside a tidal creek where pelicans fish, up and down the river with the tide. You could say that we are a little relaxed. Our mate Vee Wee is cross that the kids haven’t rung to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. Then we realise that Mother’s Day is the following week. Being a senior is a bit like having several Mother’s Days really. Continue reading Are We Losing It?

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A Bugger of a Life

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What sort of life is this when a poor old bugger can’t even lie in bed? The bloody kookaburras set up a racket of laughter at 6:00am. Then the damned black cockies start their shrieking and the whip birds, well I only wish that I could crack a whip like that. Now the sun is shining so fiercely that everyone has to sit outside for breakfast. And speaking of food, some lousy little critter ate the piece of bread that I left on the table last night. I shouldn’t complain ‘cos he saved me from having to put it in … Continue reading A Bugger of a Life

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Caravanning the ultimate retirement activity for males

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Ladies is your husband getting under your feet? Is he bored and doesn’t know what to do with himself? Is he complaining about retirement and wishing he was back at work? Is he telling you how to hang out the washing and the best way to sweep the floor? If the answer to any of these questions is yes, then it’s time to sow the caravanning seed. There is so much about caravanning that will keep your hubby happy and occupied for months on end. Firstly it involves cars, big chunky cars, with huge tow hitches and snorkels (so your … Continue reading Caravanning the ultimate retirement activity for males

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Night Noises

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Traffic and trucks, planes and freight trains, surf pounding, rivers gurgling, waterfalls roaring, the blood curdling scream of curlews at midnight, cattle mooing, frogs croaking, bats chattering, crickets chirping, Mopokes ‘more pork more pork’ and owls hooting. Kangaroos hopping past (their tail marks in the sand next morning), wind howling, rain pelting on the roof, untimely roosters crowing far too early and the welcome screech of cockatoos at dawn on a hot summer’s morning. The sounds of the bush. Continue reading Night Noises