G’day

Aug 2018 You know Aussies are a friendly bunch. As I walk across to the loos this morning a woman asks if we are moving on today. I answer “No” and expect the conversation to end there. Oh no, into the cubicles, still chatting, still asking questions. Somewhat embarrassed I realise that there’s no getting away from the inevitable. Thus in the course of performing our most personal of morning duties we discuss Queensland free camps, Victorian silo art and how we prefer to avoid cities. Washing my hands I call out “Safe travels” and scoot out the door. Only … Continue reading G’day

Dr Mays Island

Dr Mays Island sits at the mouth of the Elliott River at Elliott Heads near Bundaberg, Qld. Once a part of the mainland what was Dr Mays farm eventually became isolated. It is a treat to watch the ebb and flow of the tide and the patterns that are created in the sand here. There is very little vegetation on the island, a palm, a prickly pear and a few other shrubs cling to this mere hummock. Ground cover plants grasp the crowns of the dunes. Aug 2018 “At low tide and with shoes happily in hand I walk across … Continue reading Dr Mays Island

Call Signs & CB’s

After an earlier fracas when our GPS tried to send us up a steep, unmade mountain road with the van on the back, we ignore Gabbi Garmin’s navigation suggestion and travel to Warracknabeal via St Arnaud and Donald and take a route of our own choosing. On the way our mates the Prado’s thought that the van in front of them was ours. El Prado picked up the CB and called “Brown rice boy to ukulele lady?” An amused passing truckie came on the air and replied with “Oh that’s so cute!” Continue reading Call Signs & CB’s

More Java Blues

July 2018 We had to make a difficult decision this morning. Our coffee machine was as good as dead. It was 10 years old, was originally my Dad’s and has been bouncing around the country in the caravan for 6 of those 10 years. Yes, it was time to go into to Townsville to buy a replacement while we are close to a plethora of home wares shops. And what better than going shopping when it’s raining. Continue reading More Java Blues

Drugs and Baby Boomers

An important issue for caravanning seniors is drugs. Before we leave on a long trip we get new prescriptions from our doctor then buy enough medicine to keep us going until we are in a large town or city. As our journey evolves we continue to check our stocks and make sure that we have enough. Woody needs regular blood tests and all that requires is a town large enough to have a pathology centre, they then ring his results through within 24 hours. Though we did meet a guy recently who was so frightened of needles that he plans … Continue reading Drugs and Baby Boomers

We were at Ilfracombe June 2018

Because the RV repairman lives in Ilfracombe and our fridge is on the blink we have booked into our old favourite the Ilfracombe Caravan Park. We roll on in feeling like we’ve come home and who should be staying next door at the Wellshot Pub but our mates TnT (Gawd, I thought we left them behind in Warracknabeal, Vic a month or two back) who are visiting with the ‘Country Pub Camping’ Facebook group. We catch up for drinks in the pub ‘beer garden’ and meet the illustrious Jackie B the founder of the incredibly successful Country Pub Camping group. … Continue reading We were at Ilfracombe June 2018