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Why Caravanning11 Comments

It’s the Unpredictability

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What do I like most about caravanning? The unpredictability. When I head up my diary page for the day I never write down the destination until we have arrived. We may set out in the morning with plans to drive to a particular place only to discover that it isn’t up to expectations. The descriptions in the brochure may have been exaggerated, they often are. It may be crowded or unlevel or just not have the right vibe. In pressing on we may discover an out of the way place, a gem that we didn’t know existed and sometimes when … Continue reading It’s the Unpredictability

Caravanning Hints3 Comments

Universal Water Ski Signing

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This morning as I’m guiding Woody and the Jeep back onto the hitch for the thousandth time and when I convey in female hand signals that he’s an umpteenth to the left out and just needs to roll gently forward an inch and move back to the right, in frustration I ask him if he follows my signals … which are: 3 fingers waving backwards (and thumb pointing to left or right as needed) = keep coming 2 fingers waving backwards = getting closer 1 finger waving backwards (like calling a kitten) = real close, go slow   He stares … Continue reading Universal Water Ski Signing

Why Caravanning6 Comments

It’s One Big Picnic

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I’ve always, always loved picnics. A picnic is one of life’s great pleasures and it’s almost free. Whether it’s a simple sandwich and a bottle of water or home baked quiches, pates, salads and crusty bread enjoyed with a glass of wine it’s all about enjoying the outdoors. It could be in a park, beside a river or on the coast it doesn’t matter because it’s about nature and fresh air. With a caravan, when you find that perfect picnic spot you’ve already got your ‘picnic basket on wheels’ with you. There are goodies in the fridge, wine and beer … Continue reading It’s One Big Picnic

Freedom Camp, Vic1 Comment

It’s a plane

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Feb 2018 Wooroonook Lakes (a bit over 200kms north of Melbourne by air) Cortisone keeps me awake until around midnight, the road is busy with trucks, a lonely mopoke calls and Woody’s snoring is in chorus with a thousand frogs. A low roar becomes louder, it’s a plane overhead where probably 300 people are wondering when the seatbelt sign will be switched off so that they can all stand up and reshuffle the overhead locker before settling in with a movie or two then breakfast in Singapore. Continue reading It’s a plane