We have a mate who will do anything for a north facing site so that she can pick up satellite reception for Foxtel. During the footy season this becomes a serious issue. Sometimes we agonise over the best way to park the van to get protection from the wind other times it’s all about getting a cool shady spot for a quiet read. Continue reading When a view isn’t everything
“Cleaned sheep dung out of the shower”. Would be my reply. Back in 2016 we had a couple of wonderful days at Jondaryan Woolshed up on the Darling Downs out the back of Toowoomba, but it was cold and wet. The trusty gumboots came out from under the bed and were put to good use, but as we left I just tossed them in a big garbage bag and thought “I’ll deal with you later”. When we hurriedly set up camp down on the Gold Coast I tossed the bag in the shower. Come Sunday morning and in my birthday … Continue reading What’d you do on Sunday?
Stocking up with supplies and standing in a supermarket queue near a mother and teenage daughter when Mum lets loose with “Will you get off that goddamned f***in’ phone? I wanna talk to Nanna!” Continue reading Colourful folk around here
Quite possibly one of the most photographed ruins in the country, the house that featured on the cover of Midnight Oil’s Diesel and Dust album sits in a paddock just outside of Burra, South Australia. One has to agree that it does have character. Continue reading The Midnight Oil house
Enjoying a warm summer’s evening beside the river we get chatting to a couple who live nearby but are spending a few days in their van to see if it is in fit shape for a long trip to The West. Sadly, they seem to think that their trusty old van is in better shape than their marriage and after listening to their jibes and bickering we’d agree that the trip is doomed to failure. If anyone in Western Australia wants a cheap van just keep a sharp eye out on Ebay. Continue reading The Shape I’m In
Late Summer 2018 On the banks of the Campaspe river at Ayson’s Reserve near Elmore in Victoria, the wheatfields across the river are golden stubble. Coots coot and a kayaker slaps gently past. Tree hoppers bounce about on the gum trees and willows dip gently in the river. Somewhere an old fart has his radio just a little too loud, lucky we have the same taste in music. I’m in love, oooh I’m a believer… Continue reading I’m a Believer
A friend gave me this cute little bag a while back and I thought wow I could put a bottle of water in that and my phone and keys and it would be really, really handy. Then recently we were … Continue reading The Helping Hand Bag
Nambour on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast is a modern version of what it was 30 odd years ago when we visited regularly. Sadly, the big old sugar mill has been replaced by a supermarket. Of course, this means that the cane train no longer rumbles across the Bruce Highway leaving a trail of sugar cane on the roadway. The tracks thankfully are still there as a reminder of days gone by. Continue reading Nambour
I never really knew what that expression meant until this moment. Continue reading In the afterglow of day
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