Mar 2019, Orbost, Vic Orbost in Victoria’s east is situated on the fertile floodplains of the Snowy River. Rich green dairying land with plenty of cotented cows. While everyone is concentrating on emptying their toilets at the public dump point I’m captivated by water control from another era. Yes, over on the Snowy River floodplain is an old pump house. One could say that it’s a much prettier picture than a bunch of blokes lining up to empty their caravan dunnies. Advertisements Continue reading The old pump house
I copped a good hearted ribbing from Peter over at Peter’s Pondering the other day for not untying my shoelaces in my Wet Boots post. I could almost hear my Mum turning in her grave…”I suppose you’ll be putting on shirts without undoing the buttons next!” Guilty, especially those shirts that gape and need to be restrained with a few stitches here and there. After all no one wants to see an old duck’s bra. But I digress. The bane of caravanners is the need for shoes that can be slipped on quickly when leaping out the door backwards. Shoes … Continue reading Bad habits?
Mar 2019, Genoa, Vic I meet a twitcher on the old bridge who tells me that the speckled rooster wandering about the campground is a Silver Spangled Hamburg apparently one of several left behind when their owner moved house. The … Continue reading And I thought it was just a chook
Many years ago at a photography lecture a wildlife expert joked that if you want your subject to stay still then nail it’s feet down. Boy I could’ve used boxes of nails over the years especially when it comes to birds. And this little fella? Well he wasn’t going to turn around for an old duck with a camera. Continue reading The wrong end
We’ve camped in some crazy spots but this one certainly takes the cake. Continue reading Anyone for tennis?
March 2019, Port Albert, Vic Camped in Toora near Victoria’s famous Wilson’s Promontory and with the mercury hovering in the high 30’s we set off for a picnic in the rainforest at Tarra Bulga National Park. Within minutes of hitting the road a friend rang to warn us of bushfires near there. Wilson’s Prom National Park had also been closed due to bushfires… and we’d forgotten our sandwiches. Hot and stuffed and plans astray, we headed for the cool of the coast at historic Port Albert only to be confronted by a bear on a ute who’d obviously had a … Continue reading When the weather is unbearable
Nov 2018 We service our van annually and after the last service we arrived home particularly tired and gave up trying to reverse park the van straight in the back yard. This morning we paid the price for being lackadaisical (now there’s a word I’ll bet you haven’t heard in a while). We forgot to lift one back leg that was close to the fence. As we drove away, the by then dragging leg jammed tight on the steepest part of the driveway. Bearing in mind that the van was on quite a slope Woody jacked the van up with … Continue reading Oh, oh, oh
With a mainland coastline of over 35,000kms we take our beaches very seriously in this country and we are spoilt for choice. Beaches hold a special place for coastal Australians and sometimes it’s hard to be away from the water … Continue reading Beaches