Walking along the beach at Burleigh Heads, dolphins play in the surf behind the surfers. The mornings are glorious. Green surf curls in. The skyscrapers of Surfers Paradise are in the distance. Birds sing, joggers jog and tourists gawk. Continue reading Winter walks at Burleigh
Call them what you will thongs, flip flops, jandals or Queensland safety boots but in my book wearing them is definitely not bare feet! Continue reading Barefoot or not?
The little town of Ebor is high up on the Great Dividing Range on the Waterfall Way and not far from Dorrigo. You can feel the altitude here, 1350 metres. The vegetation is sparse and the trees have beards of … Continue reading Ebor Sports & Recreation Area
There are two Curlews that stalk our park. The moment that you lock eyes on them they freeze using their camouflage plumage to hide themselves from view but it doesn’t quite work. They look more like a couple of old ladies locked in a Tai Chi position. We have a big night at the local bowls club and ergh, we’re so hungover next morning that we don’t even notice Mrs Curlew laying an egg outside our van. Our neighbours all pass the egg amongst themselves muttering that the hen will disown it if it has been handled which leaves me … Continue reading Mrs Curlew’s Mystery
Well exercised from a good walk my sister in law and I pop into a little Gold Coast hinterland cafe and order lunch. “Just park your bums and I’ll bring it over” says the cheery waitress. We wait and wait and wait. When we eventually complain we are told that the pilot light has gone out, but it’s nearly ready. “What?” We say “The stove or the lunch?” At least we were entertained by the cheeky Butcher birds stealing leftovers from lucky diners’ plates. The Butcher birds probably would have been faster workers in the kitchen too. Continue reading At Your Service
At every low tide these little guys set to work rolling sand into balls and creating tropical beach art works. Continue reading Sand Bubbler Crabs
We were new to this going off the bitumen stuff and very tentative but the ladies at the information centre in Cardwell, Qld took our National Park fee and assured us that the road into Murray Falls was tarred and “really good”. We turned off the Bruce Highway and passed sugar cane and paw paw farms and after about 16kms the road turned to very bumpy dirt with a couple of narrow bridges, even the scenery deteriorated. We were becoming somewhat anxious, would we be able to turn around if we were on the wrong road? Then the National Parks … Continue reading Off the beaten track, Murray Falls Camp Ground
We’re in a tiny speck of a town in the middle of NSW, just a few houses and a pub. Making conversation we ask the barmaid how far it is to Sydney. “Ten hours darl” she replies. Doesn’t anyone count kilometres out here? Continue reading An odd way to measure distance
A bunch of us drive over to Fisherman’s Landing cafe at Balgal Beach for lunch. As I’ve mentioned in an earlier post, the cafe is a few hundred metres from our caravan but it is a 14km drive away owing … Continue reading Fisherman’s Landing, Balgal Beach
A few kilometres off the Grafton road and hidden in the forest is a little dot of a town called Rappville. There are a hundred or so residents and of course being in the forest it all began with timber … Continue reading Rappville Hotel, you’ve gotta love it
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