The Etiquette of Caravanning

A friend of ours may laugh at this because she calls us ‘trailer trash’ but there are rules and niceties to be observed if we’re all going to live harmoniously on the road. Say g’day. If someone walks past acknowledge them. Say “g’day, nice day, how are you, good morning”, anything to break the ice. You never know you may become great mates or need to help each other one day. Respect each other’s space. Campsites aren’t as big as backyards so don’t encroach on your neighbour. Our friends recently paid top dollar for their favourite beachfront site only to … Continue reading The Etiquette of Caravanning

A Bomb Proof Dunny

As there is only one small store in Bramston Beach where we are staying we drive into Babinda for newspapers (yes, Woody is an old fashioned kind of guy). Babinda is a typical Queensland town with mainly wooden Queenslander houses, a large wooden pub and a colourful cafe bursting to the seams with people having Sunday breakfast. The breakfast looks good. There is a rather solid concrete toilet block in the park. The sign says that it was originally built as an air raid shelter in 1942. I guess if it can withstand a bomb it can handle a good … Continue reading A Bomb Proof Dunny

Everybody’s talkin’ at me

Tiny cotton bushes line the Kidman Way with healthy balls of cotton on them. We buy meat at Milnes Butchery in Hillston, NSW and the butcher is so proud of his caramelised onion sausages that he opens the bag wide for Elle to smell them. Back on the road it’s hard work being a navigator as our next camp isn’t easy to find. To make things worse there is a lot of chatter on the CB radio. There are warnings to give our mates behind of ‘roos and emus and carcasses on the road. Woody keeps asking where the turnoff … Continue reading Everybody’s talkin’ at me

The Kyneton Pie Relay

May 2018 By the time we arrive in Kyneton,Vic the temperature has dropped to a chilly 11 degrees. The town is busy with puffer jacketed families out celebrating Mother’s Day. We buy a coffee and a particularly good curry pie from Grist Bakery while we wait for our mates to catch up. The pie is so good that we buy one for Elaine and keep it warm on the dashboard using the windscreen demister, as they drive through town Woody stands on Piper Street and passes the pie through the window to Elaine with a perfect relay pass. That would … Continue reading The Kyneton Pie Relay