Mar 2019, somewhere in the south east If you haven’t already guessed we’re travelling in convoy. Across Gippsland and up the Sapphire Coast. The usual suspects, ourselves (Ukulele Lady & Woody), El & Elle Prado (Brown Rice Boy), Toothless Johnno … Continue reading Looks like we’ve got us a convoy
Recently we camped overnight on the shores of Lake Wellington at Marlay Point which brought back a lot of memories. The Lake Wellington Yacht Club has been hosting the Marlay Point Overnight Race since 1969 and according to the website … Continue reading Doing the Marlay
Mar 2019, Toora, Vic Toora Wind Farm was one of the first commercial wind farms to be built in Victoria, back in 2001. Camped at Toora Tourist Park just down the hill, try as I might I just couldn’t see … Continue reading Swoosh
This morning I read a quote from Margy on ‘Fueled by Chocolate‘ which reminded me that yesterday I found a Huntsman spider (about the size of my palm) sitting on our caravan tidy bin. I quickly raced him outside and left him to scamper across the Whorouly grass. “I wish you’d kill those things!” said a wary Woody. “Under our floor, spider families. Two worlds an inch apart.” – Mike Garofalo On reading that quote this morning I suddenly remembered the spider that Woody tried to kill in Lake Bolac last November and whose body I had never found. The … Continue reading Two Worlds
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. 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
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