Why do we travel? Well I would’ve thought it was to experience other cultures and lives that are different from our own. Today I was doing some research, which is Grey Nomad speak for trawling WikiCamps for great spots to … Continue reading Oh How I’d Love to Give a Piece of My Mind
We’re scooting across the Hay Plains, when the phone rings, it is the sergeant from Dareton Police Station ringing to tell us that the fellow who let loose with gunshots in the caravan park at Buronga last year has been in custody ever since and has now been given a two and a half year sentence. Apparently his exploits were known to the police. Here’s a link to the original story: You Should Try Caravanning… and the resulting poem There’s Movement at the Van Park . Well isn’t everyone prompted to write poetry when someone is running amok with a gun? Continue reading Poetic Justice
The sunrise was magnificent and people were standing in the water watching it. I can’t understand why they do this as it wasn’t all that long ago that a woman was taken by a croc at Daintree. The park owners have been insistent that we don’t paddle or swim in the sea or venture near the creeks on either end of the beach. Continue reading Tempting Fate
Just off the Bruce highway and south of Cardwell in Queensland there is a swimming hole called Five Mile Creek. A pretty picnic spot it has an invitingly deep crystal clear pool. There are fresh water turtles and fish in abundance. Continue reading Five Mile Creek
Making the effort to pack up and go. Breaking the ties of the mundane, the habits, the chores. The day to day takes a hold of your mind and won’t let it go. Yet when you do finally hit the road you always say “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Then, before you know it you are putting off going home “Oh, do we have to?” Continue reading Leaving Home is the Hardest Part
Cooking for a friend who eats seafood but not meat reminded me of this fish van on the Capricorn Coast. Continue reading Pescatarian Perfection
There is a charming young English biker fellow camped in a tent beside us in Bourke. His name is Andy and his motor bike has broken down. If that isn’t bad enough it is only the first day of his three week outback trip. To add to this he has only just joined NRMA and the rules state that he can’t ring for Roadside Assistance until Monday. He must be a member for 48 hours before requesting assistance. He’s hoping for a 160km lift down to Cobar as that is the nearest motorcycle repairer. Probably scariest of all is his … Continue reading The Biker
It’s July 2014 and we’re hoping to meet our friends G & S while we’re in the Cooktown area. G keeps trying to ring us but his phone cuts out. We drive out to Endeavour River Escape just north of … Continue reading Endeavour River Escape
It’s summer in Melbourne and today is glorious. On the advice of Miriam over at Out an’ About I decide to break from Christmas cleaning scrubbing and relax with lunch and a bit of a read outside in the sunshine. The outdoor umbrella hasn’t been unfurled since autumn. It appears to be all neat and clean except that when I wind it out a pod of spider eggs drops into the garden below and mother Huntsman glares at me. I’m reasonably brave with spiders and I don’t run screaming but they do get my utmost respect especially Huntsmen as their bite, … Continue reading Arachnid Fecundity
Gunnedah in country NSW has a Dorothea Mackellar memorial because she was inspired to write part of her much loved poem “My Country” in 1905 when she visited one of her family’s properties at Gunnedah. The good folk of Gunnedah have taken things a little further by engraving poems on the backs of the public toilet doors. One can choose which poet they’d prefer to read as the names are on the outside of the door. Now after we compared our photos I have a sneaking suspicion that the poets match the gender of the toilet, but that is only … Continue reading Spending a penny and learning a lot
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