Tag: Caravanning

Why Caravanning10 Comments

Where’d you say you’re from?

Itching for Hitching

We’re always intrigued with place name pronunciation and the plethora of towns whose names we’ve mispronounced over the years. When camped at Whorouly we constantly had to keep repeating the name of the town just to get it right…woh-row-lee, who-row-lee. Here’s a list of a few that we Melburnians get wrong: Town Name    Pronounced as  Melbourne’s version Newcastle        Newcassel.          Newcarsel Bulahdelah       Bulladeela         Bewladeela Forster              Foster                  Forster Launceston       Lonceston         Lawnceston Kilkivan              killkeevn          What? Oh the place with the good butcher Toowoomba       t’woombu         Too woomba Canowindra       Canoundra       Canna windra Quirindi             Corindi            … Continue reading Where’d you say you’re from?

The Pubs7 Comments

The one that got away

Itching for Hitching

Port Albert, Vic On February 12th 2014 we spent the night with friends at the free camp at Port Albert’s boat ramp. We had been hemmed in by fires near Traralgon for several days and were glad when the authorities re opened the highway. Rather than go home we headed to the less smoky coast at Port Albert to get some fresh sea air. Wandering about the tiny town we passed the iconic pub several times but didn’t make it in for a beer. “Oh well there’s always next time.” But next time didn’t come. On February 17th it burnt … Continue reading The one that got away

Hobbies5 Comments

Garlic hangers or too long on the NSW north coast

Itching for Hitching

As long as I can remember, if you’d have mentioned sewing, knitting or crafts to me I probably would have vomited. My poor Mother went to her grave disappointed that I’d never shown an interest in those pursuits that she enjoyed so much. And yet a couple of years ago contentedly putting our feet up at Nambucca Heads for a month of relaxation and tired of electronic devices it suddenly came to me Macrame! In our yachting years I loved fiddling with knots, I was the one charged with mooring and putting out the fenders while Woody was on the … Continue reading Garlic hangers or too long on the NSW north coast