Tag: Camping
Lychgate, Forth Cemetery
I’m forever fascinated by the pioneer cemeteries of this country and this one in the North West of Tasmania is no exception. Especially on a dark and chilly wintry day. And who wouldn’t be intrigued as to the life of … Continue reading Lychgate, Forth Cemetery
Kendall Showgrounds
Near Laurieton on the New South Wales mid coast and just off the Pacific Highway, Kendall Showgrounds is the ideal spot for a break. At $5 per head with power and water, some odd spaces to park in and a … Continue reading Kendall Showgrounds
The One That Got Away
I only hope that he caught a few fish. Continue reading The One That Got Away
Karijini where are you?
After a rather pleasant Happy Hour with the neighbours Woody throws the empties in the recycle bin and I start preparing dinner. A few minutes later he is searching the camp for his favourite Karijini National Park stubby holder. Halfway through cooking dinner I find myself holding the torch while Woody climbs the ladder and leans into the dumper to extract said stubby holder. Oh dear, life is never dull on the road. Continue reading Karijini where are you?
Walter Harvie cedar cutter
Recognised as the first white settler in Sawtell on the New South Wales coast, the site of Walter Harvie’s hut is identified by a plaque in the caravan park. What a shame that they decided to put the dump point beside it! Continue reading Walter Harvie cedar cutter
Wet T Shirts
Camped in Rollingstone, Qld we had a shower of rain during the night. (Readers please note: a shower in tropical north Queensland seems to be the equivalent of Melbourne’s annual rainfall in a matter of ten short minutes). We raced outside to drop the clears on the annexe and by the time we’d finished unrolling and zipping the rain had almost stopped. All we could do was stand and laugh because I was in a T shirt and Woody in his undies and there we were soaked to the skin and dripping, just a couple of drowned old farts. Continue reading Wet T Shirts
Lamb Leg a la Camp Kitchen
Elle & El bought a nice leg of lamb from the local butcher in Valla Beach and as we have a well equipped camp kitchen at this park they pop it in one of the large ovens. Part way through … Continue reading Lamb Leg a la Camp Kitchen
Taking Directions…from locals
We’re in a shopping centre somewhere in Perth and Woody questions some poor stranger about the whereabouts of the nearest Dan Murphy liquor store. I keep insisting that Google is easier but Woody reckons it is much more fun scanning the crowds for a likely ‘drinker’ then having a bit of a chat. He doesn’t factor in the difficulty of deciphering the resulting instructions….”just go down there oh, about a kilometre, turn left at the service station, then right or is it left…..?” Continue reading Taking Directions…from locals
Turn left will ya darl?
Woody decided to change the voice on our poor misguided Gabbi Garmin GPS. We no longer have a confused English woman travelling with us. Instead we jump in fright every time she speaks. Why? Well this one has a broad Aussie accent and it sounds like we’ve got a mate sitting in the back seat. I’m voting to bring back the Pommie sheila. Continue reading Turn left will ya darl?
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