Day 111 Tuesday 29/9/20 Lake Burrendong A closer look at the park reveals a bit of a shambles. A lot of the permanent cabins are overgrown and in need of maintenance and one gets the overwhelming feeling to start pulling … Continue reading Banned on the run, Day 111 – Beauty is in the detail
Day 110 Monday 28/9/20 Quirindi to Lake Burrendong, 19 It got down to about 8 degrees overnight. The gas hot water service coughed and gasped a few times. Woody changed the gas bottle over and it started like a charm. … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 110 – What’s the backup plan?
Day 109 Sunday 27/9/20 Uralla to Quirindi, -1 to 19 blue sky clouds Of course, it’s an icy cold morning. The van smells different. It’s funny how a change of temperature or air or location changes the feel and smell … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 109 – Country Comfort at The Imperial
Day 108 Saturday 26/9/20 Mylestom to Uralla, New England, up on the plateau blue skies with strong icy winds up to 60kmh, 7 degrees. We’re a little anxious as we’ve never towed the vans up the Waterfall Way before. It’s … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 108 – On the road again
Day 107 Friday 25/9/20 Mylestom, hot northerly 29 The Prado’s anxiously await the arrival of the man from ABCO Caravan Repairs. He should just put a tracking device on us we always have something in need of repair. He quickly fixes the leak replacing their old hose with a shiny new red one. It’s great service and a fair price and so good to know whenever we’re on the Coffs area. El Prado goes down to the RSL Club to buy a box of beer (the Club doubles as the local pub in a small town like this). He’s met … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 107 – Chances are
Day 106 Thursday 24/9/20 Mylestom, sunny 24 Shopping in Toormina and strolling around Sawtell I spot a blouse on sale. It’s a perfect chance to grab a bargain before going home and without risking a busy shopping centre. We all take walks on the beach at various times, though I doubt that the others talk to the birds. No, rethinking that I think El Prado probably would as we’ve sprung him chatting to quite a few furry and feathered friends on this trip. We have new neighbours and they tell us that they were touring Tasmania in March. They spent … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 106 – A Mess of Musings
A few days ago I mentioned that our mate Elle had cooked a heavenly cod casserole. As promised here’s the recipe courtesy of the cook herself. Please enjoy! Elle’s Smoked Cod Casserole in creamy corn mornay sauce 3 hard boiled … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 105a – Elle’s Cod Casserole
Day 105 Wednesday 23/9/20 Mylestom, warm 26 I’m processing a few photos when I hear banging outside. I look out the window to find a brush turkey beating the hell out of a zip lock bag of bread that I’d left on the table earlier. I chase after him and he takes off, bag in beak, strong legs pounding across the park. Woody goes for a long walk along the river while listening to a podcast when a chap on a first floor veranda calls out to him. The guy had been hosing his veranda when the top door had … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 105 – Talking turkey…
Day 104 Tuesday 22/9/20 Mylestom, hot 30 Needless to say, it was a hot night with some rain and by 9:00am it’s already 20 degrees. It’s hair colour day again. Have I mentioned the state of the internet and phones here? We take a short drive down to Macksville for another of their great lunches before we leave this coast. Sorry VeeWee you missed out on a return visit, this time. Elle is hanging for one of their Mexican Parmies and can’t stop talking about how good the last one was. We arrive to find that the menu was changed … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 104 – Finding peace
Day 103 Monday 21/9/20 Mylestom, hot then wet 29 We drive into to Bellingen for fruit and vegies, I slyly check the case moths hanging in the trees. As the Prado’s are cooking dinner tonight we buy cakes for dessert from Hearthfire Bakery, the one down the lane beside the Federal Hotel. By the time we return the strong sea breeze is playing havoc with the Prado awning. The warm wind becomes most unpleasant to be outside and the roof hatches can’t be opened as they bang and clatter with the wind from the wrong angle. Inside the van it’s … Continue reading Banned on the Run, Day 103 – Roasting in the rain
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