WA, Wildlife4 Comments

Fish Food

Itching for Hitching

Dee and I go for a swim and try hard to scrub our rough old feet in the sand. “Look” says Dee “here come out Knights in shining armour.” As soon as Dave hits deep water a stingray nudges his hip and whips his wrist leaving three barbs behind. Then Woody is chased by a large Trevally that has to be two feet long. Dave wades to shore in pain, Woody is running in circles shouting obscenities at the large fish that continues to chase him. Our Knights in shining armour! Another swimmer tells us that the fish are hand … Continue reading Fish Food

Caravanning Hints6 Comments

Accessories and Necessities

Itching for Hitching

In no particular order. Rubber matting The type that comes in a roll and is cut to the length that you require. It doesn’t need pegging down and hugs the ground naturally. Somehow, dirt and sand falls through it and doesn’t come back up. Make sure that you get the one that is soft on your bare feet, because once you’re in the tropics you don’t want to be putting shoes on just to walk across the mat. Aldi also sell good rubber matting, just wait for the camping specials. Awning De Flappers  We fix two to each awning arm … Continue reading Accessories and Necessities

NSW, The Characters You Meet3 Comments

Singleton Postie Bike Bash

Itching for Hitching

We stop to stretch our legs at Gilgunnia Rest Area on the Kidman Way in New South Wales and read the history boards. This was once a gold mining town of 1000 people and now it is little more than a piece of gold mining equipment and a dunny in a concrete tank. A ute with a fuel tank on the back pulls up and we wonder what he is doing. Out of the blue a little red postie bike arrives putt putting and fills up followed by another and another. It turns out that they are 30 in total … Continue reading Singleton Postie Bike Bash

Qld, The Characters You Meet6 Comments

It’s Winter Here You Know

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It’s a mid July morning in the low twenties (Celsius) when we stop for supplies in Proserpine, Qld. Two older ladies in cardigans move aside for us in the supermarket aisle. As usual we’re wearing T shirts and shorts and one lady taps me on the arm and asks “aren’t you cold?” “No” says Woody “we’re from Melbourne.” That left them giggling. Continue reading It’s Winter Here You Know