Around the campfire in Skipworth, Vic we are all a chatter when we are joined by a genial bloke who calls himself Damper John. John Fozard is a retired copper who lives on the road these days and winters in Exmouth WA at Bullara Station cooking damper and entertaining the tourists with his poetry and stories. And just in case you are wondering Exmouth is about 4,500kms away from Skipworth, that’s a bit more than a Sunday drive. Continue reading Damper John
Also known as Hidden Valley, tiny Mirima National Park is in the heart of town and yet feels like a world away from Kununurra, WA. A miniature of the Bungle Bungles, Mirima too has the beehive shaped outcrops. Continue reading Mirima National Park a hidden valley
Home Hill, Qld 2016 Our UHF aerial hasn’t been cutting the mustard lately so seeing that we’re camped directly behind the Jaycar electronics store Woody pops in and buys a new one. Next day……Wow this new aerial is a beaut, we now know that some poor Mum is looking for a playground in Home Hill for her kids and another is going to stop off in Airlie Beach for morning tea instead of Bowen. Commercial radio stations try beating that! Continue reading Mr Whippy
Winter 2015 We drive 25 kms north of Geraldton to Coronation Beach camp ground. It is quite a sight, the blue of the ocean, lines of breakers and the surf crashing in. People stroll about lazily their heads encased in … Continue reading Coronation Beach
March 2015 We’re in Port Augusta, SA and now that the wind has stopped I can appreciate the view across the inlet to the Flinders Ranges. It is a shame that the view is spoilt by a high barbed wire fence. We are locked in a gated park, apparently due to the incidence of burglaries. Even the dump point has a fence around it, although I’m wondering what they could steal, poo perhaps? Continue reading What’s the crime?
Nullarbor 2015 Confused with multiple time zone changes as we cross the Nullarbor Plain we wake at 5:00am and it is broad daylight. When we open the door the flies are waiting and zoom in. Damn I’d only just managed to kill the ants that took up residence in the fridge. Yep that’s right they were inside the fridge busily doing what ants do. Now the flies want my breakfast. We haven’t seen any live animals since the emus around Port Augusta and very little road kill. I think the insects are dominating out here. Continue reading The Ants Reign
It’s 2014 and we are camped in the Coopernook State Forest in NSW. We chat with our neighbour who is from nearby Port Macquarie. Our neighbour and his wife have sold their house and have several months to wait for the new one to be built. They intend to go north in their camper trailer but have a few loose ends to tie up before they hit the road. Thus here they are 70 kilometres south of home waiting. One of the loose ends is our neighbour’s dying mother in law. Continue reading Loose Ends
We have new neighbours. The couple on our right are from NSW and have stayed here in Broome fifteen times, I think they like it. And they’ve just sold their house to go on the road permanently. On our left is a couple from South Australia. He’s a retired maintenance man and she was a house mother in a boarding school. They do short term postings at caravan parks and farms, they were even rat catchers on a pig farm. They’re on their way to take up a posting at a cattle station that is run by the Indigenous Land … Continue reading Different Lifestyles
A cold wet and wintry afternoon is saved by an exceptional dinner at The Top Pub in Uralla, NSW. Like Country Life magazine, an elegant dining room warmed by an open fire, good wine, good food and that reserved New England feel. The kitchen has obviously been outsourced to a good chef and Woody complains that he must pay for the meal at one window and the drinks at the bar. The polite and efficient waitress agrees with “Yeah, it really gives you the shits doesn’t it.” Continue reading A Top Pub
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