It’s One Big Picnic
I’ve always, always loved picnics. A picnic is one of life’s great pleasures and it’s almost free. Whether it’s a simple sandwich and a bottle of water or home baked quiches, pates, salads and crusty bread enjoyed with a glass of wine it’s all about enjoying the outdoors. It could be in a park, beside a river or on the coast it doesn’t matter because it’s about nature and fresh air. With a caravan, when you find that perfect picnic spot you’ve already got your ‘picnic basket on wheels’ with you. There are goodies in the fridge, wine and beer … Continue reading It’s One Big Picnic
Lake Churra
Lake Churra, Robe on South Australia’s Limestone Coast. Continue reading Lake Churra
A Change of Season
Dartmoor, Vic. March 2018 We crawl into bed anxious as it is expected to rain heavily overnight yet it is still 28˚ at 9:30pm. We leave every window and hatch open to get some relief. Lightning flashes for hours, then … Continue reading A Change of Season
Patchewollock
Patchewollock in Victoria’s Mallee region is a town that has seen better times. The houses are rundown, the church and school have closed. The Art Deco era pub has to be the saddest that I’ve seen. The grain silos however … Continue reading Patchewollock
It’s a plane
Feb 2018 Wooroonook Lakes (a bit over 200kms north of Melbourne by air) Cortisone keeps me awake until around midnight, the road is busy with trucks, a lonely mopoke calls and Woody’s snoring is in chorus with a thousand frogs. A low roar becomes louder, it’s a plane overhead where probably 300 people are wondering when the seatbelt sign will be switched off so that they can all stand up and reshuffle the overhead locker before settling in with a movie or two then breakfast in Singapore. Continue reading It’s a plane
Redruth Lockup
You can imagine my excitement when I found this one in an old lockup in the historic town of Burra in SA. I could barely contain myself. Continue reading Redruth Lockup
Can you smell gas?
We’re camped at Ayson’s Reserve near Elmore in Victoria and our mate Dee reckons that she can smell gas. We spend 15 minutes walking around their van sniffing in hatches, on our knees under the van and pouring soapy water over the gas connections. Sure enough, bubbles appear around the upright connector between the two gas bottles and we can now clearly see that the nut has a small crack in it. Daz is able to stop the leak and repair it temporarily until we can get into town and get it fixed. That old soapy water trick never fails. Continue reading Can you smell gas?
Moorook
Moorook is a small town on the manicured banks of the Murray River in South Australia’s Riverland. A short drive from Loxton it costs a mere $10.50 per night to put your feet up here and boy it doesn’t get … Continue reading Moorook
Serendipitous
My doctor asked how long we would be away and I said that I was unsure. “Oh serendipitous” he replied. A few weeks later we’re making sandwiches at a dusty roadside rest area on the Eyre Highway when a chap … Continue reading Serendipitous
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