When a pub burns down

Gayndah, Qld Found near the footpath in Gayndah, this memorial would bring back so many memories for the local community. After all a large piece of a town’s history is held in the pub. The good times, the bad, the memories and the memorabilia. The footy wins and lossses. The births, the deaths and the wakes. So much beer and so many raspberry lemonades for the kiddies. Continue reading When a pub burns down

What do you think this is, the tropics?

Sep 2019, Yeppoon, Qld Jeepers it rained overnight! It was hot and I got up and opened the bathroom roof hatch. Yet by the time that I’d gotten back into bed (about 10 feet away) it had started raining. Bloody hell. Up I got again walked all the way back to the bathroom, closed the hatch, getting quite wet in the process and returned to bed, what? The rain had stopped! Just like that stopped. Is it any wonder caravanners are a fit bunch. Continue reading What do you think this is, the tropics?

Sunday Arvo at Riverview

July 2018, Riverview near Bundaberg, Qld We explore Riverview on the Elliott River. Not far from Bundaberg and surrounded by strawberry and vegetable farms this is a charming backwater with some holiday homes and a few moored yachts. A pelican paddles lazily upriver and a group of fruit pickers fish from the wharf. Small oysters are wedged in the runnels of the concrete boat ramp. Continue reading Sunday Arvo at Riverview

Let’s go to Nanango

Winter 2018, Nanango, Qld Tearing southwards down the Bruce Highway we are seduced by a warning sign at Tiaro for a roadside stall. Yep, there she is, off to the left and a good one too. We buy a few fresh vegies and a lovely pumpkin. No one grows pumpkins like Queenslanders do, especially around here. Of course, we stop at Kilkivan for a walk in the sun and to buy a lamb roast and their wonderful home smoked smallgoods. While the butcher cuts the rack of lamb for us, I sit out front in the sun, eyes closed almost … Continue reading Let’s go to Nanango

Leave your expensive swimwear at home

Be they bathers, swimmers, togs, cossies or whatever else swimwear is called in your part of Oz, there’s no point in buying flash bathing costumes for caravanning. One day you’ll be flouncing about in a nice swimming pool under swaying palms and an ornamental waterfall and the next you’ll be scrambling across muddy rocks to throw yourself under a real waterfall. Then there are ocean swims, farm dams with oozy mud and cow pats, clear mountain streams, mud between your toes in the Murray and boiling hot artesian bores. As much as I care for our bathers and rinse out … Continue reading Leave your expensive swimwear at home