A caravanning mate of ours, I’ll call him Johnno, lost a tooth. Shocked at this he put it on the camp table and a bird swooped down and ate it. Now I can’t show you a picture of toothless Johnno as he’s a serving police officer, so here’s a picture of a bird. Continue reading Toothless
With three unexplained deaths in Queensland tropical waters this month, it is probably time to talk about the serious topic of Marine Stingers. Visitors to Queensland beaches may be surprised to find bottles of vinegar located beside beach walkways. The … Continue reading Marine Stingers
“Roo shooters and caravans not allowed” says the sign at the car wash in Mt Isa, Queensland. In Winton we notice 4WD’s rigged with rows of stainless steel hooks on the back. When out walking in the early morning Woody … Continue reading What Have We Done Wrong?
It’s May 2015 and we’re camped at Pardoo Station in the Pilbara, more than half way up the West Australian coast, a small cattle holding of half a million acres or thereabouts. Heaven knows how many cattle they have but … Continue reading Pardoo Station
It’s a balmy evening in Broome, WA and as we sit chatting at sundown I ask our neighbour if we are too noisy. “Oh no” she says “anyway nothing would wake him. I once went to hospital for four hours, on a drip, came back and he didn’t even know I’d been gone”. Continue reading A Heavy Sleeper
We’re camped in an overnight rest area on the Nullarbor Plain. Green parrots chatter on our roof and I’m convinced that they’re tugging at cables. But Woody is engrossed in his book The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo so he just mutters “yeah”. I leap naked about the bathroom banging on the ceiling to no avail. Hmm I wonder what will happen when we’re back in civilisation and looking for TV reception in a few days time? Continue reading Get orf the roof!
Friends have invited us for a picnic in Byfield National Park. They live about 20kms north of Yeppoon, Qld at Bungundarra on rich red soil. Their 20 acre farm and mango orchard faces east towards the blue ranges of Byfield. The area is lush with farms and I’ll swear that a concrete post would grow in soil like this. Dozens of magpie geese have taken up residence in the dam out front. We have morning tea on the terrace before driving along about 17kms of dirt road into Upper Stoney Camp Ground. This is a 4WD only camp ground and … Continue reading Byfield National Park
Like many others, we don’t have a camera on the back of our van so we use hand held UHF radios when reversing into a caravan park site. However, me shouting “Stop, stop, stop” into the CB when it isn’t even turned on is a recipe for disaster. Oops Navigator in disgrace. Continue reading Walkie talkie?
Build an inner spring fence for the sweet peas of course! Just like this one in the mountains at Mt Beauty, Vic. Continue reading What to do with an old mattress
Established in 1860 when gold was discovered. The name of Rutherglen was decided upon when a local publican offered to shout the bar if he could name the town after his hometown in Scotland. Wine making is the mainstay of this area now after having fought back from being wiped out by phylloxera. Famous for its fortifieds, sweet, sticky and unctuous they’re enough to warm a winters evening by the fire. So important is wine to this town that even the Information Centre has a licence to sell wine and a visit to pick up a few brochures can turn … Continue reading Rutherglen, the wine town
