Tag: Caravanning
Our Top Ten Free Camps in Victoria
A friend (Yes G, that’s you) recently asked if I would put together a list of our favourite free camps. Here are the ones that we’ve stayed at and that always spring to mind when we think of introducing people to free camping. Before someone says “But what about Nug Nug” Each of these is totally free although there are other temptations to be had at Brown Brothers. Skipworth Reserve, Jamieson I’ve posted several stories about the beauty of this place. Well maintained level sites, good drop toilets, fire pits, friendly birdlife, a gurgling mountain stream and only 4kms from … Continue reading Our Top Ten Free Camps in Victoria
Little River Hotel
This week we popped down to Little River to catch up with caravanning mates who are suffering itchy feet whilst waiting for the kiddies to return to school after the summer holidays. In short we’re all busting to get our camp sites back when the hordes go home. About 50 kms south west of Melbourne and just off the Princes Highway (Geelong Road) you’ll find the sleepy hamlet of Little River. Known to most Melburnians as the place that inspired the name of the rock band… Little River Band. Hidden in the back of town where the tar starts to … Continue reading Little River Hotel
Boy’s Toys
When we’re towing the caravan we keep our car tyres quite firm for better fuel economy. But with the caravan safely stowed in the back yard we’ve been bouncing around town on tyres that are as firm as a tradie’s hard hat. When I complained about all this neck breaking bumping Woody decided to let them down a bit but discovered that his tyre pressure gauge had drowned in excess ice overflow from the ice fridge (please don’t ask, that’s another story). Off he went to the local Supercheap Auto store and came back with the pinnacle of tyre gauge … Continue reading Boy’s Toys
Fraser Range Station
Fraser Range Station, is more like a traditional caravan park but with a fabulous outlook and a chance to chill amongst dry climate gardens and trees after the Nullarbor drive. A place to catch your breath and put your feet … Continue reading Fraser Range Station
Seaford Foreshore Reserve
Something a little closer to my home on Melbourne’s Port Philip Bay this time and a pleasant walk in an effort to shed a few of those extra Christmas kilos. We find that we exercise much more when we are … Continue reading Seaford Foreshore Reserve
Hello Freddo
Winter 2015 Woody visits the semi open air toilet block in the Barn Hill,WA camp ground and thinks that one of the kids has stuck a plastic frog on the wall. Next morning there are four and he’s starting to think that someone has far too much time on their hands, until one starts to move and then another and another. Continue reading Hello Freddo
Bum Breathing Turtles
Winter 2014 The Dawson River near Moura, Qld is home to pelicans and bum breathing turtles (Rheodytes Leukops). Yep, the sign at the boat ramp says that they have oxygen extracting organs in their bums allowing them to stay under water for weeks. The things that you learn out here. Continue reading Bum Breathing Turtles
Jet the Truffle Dog
Spring 2014 Our friends are growing truffles in the NSW Southern Highlands and are yet to harvest their first crop. They have been told by the experts that truffles can only be found by strictly trained truffle dogs. These are hard living working dogs, not pampered house pets and must be treated as such. Yet a neighbour in the next valley has produced Australia’s second largest truffle and it was unearthed by their fat overfed blue heeler Jet. Jet the truffle dog. Good dog Jet. Continue reading Jet the Truffle Dog
There’s Nothing Like a Campfire
Oct 2015 At about 5:30 in the evening it’s all thunderbolts and lightning with large hail as well. The park quickly becomes a white wonderland and the drifts of hail take hours to melt. We’re all surprised that our vans have suffered no damage. Dazza’s campfire somehow manages to survive the onslaught and around the fire, Maria who hails from Brazil, educates us on the Saints Days of Brazil and how to find a lost iphone. Now that involves jumping three times like a kangaroo and calling the name of a saint that none of us knew even existed let alone … Continue reading There’s Nothing Like a Campfire
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