We Joined a Caravan Club

When we bought our first caravan Woody was heartily reluctant to join a club, declaring that he didn’t want to join some club run by ‘officious bastards’ (his words, not mine) who only want to have meetings. I persevered and we joined our local branch of the Australian Caravan Club. What a surprise, when at our very first muster I met two people that I went to school with (who I might add had married, each other) and a very distant cousin. Through contacts in the club we have found other distant relatives. How wrong could our initial concerns have … Continue reading We Joined a Caravan Club

The ? Apostles

The 12 Apostles rock pillars on Victoria’s Shipwreck Coast keep falling into the ocean. Trying to count how many there are now is a game played by the tourists and the answer is about as perplexing as trying to name our current Prime Minister. Continue reading The ? Apostles

The Tale of the Mongrel Dog

One hears a lot of unusual stories on the road and this is one of them. They grow a lot of tomatoes in the warm dry heat of Central Victoria. The tomato grower down the road from our mate had a bunch of pickers in and one was living in a nearby shack. The picker had a dog that ran up and down the road constantly barking at all and sundry. All day, every day without a break. Talking to the picker our mate said “It’s a wonder no one has shot that bloody dog.” “I wish someone would.” Said … Continue reading The Tale of the Mongrel Dog

To bathroom or not to bathroom? That is the question

For the caravanner with food intolerances the answer is easy. There is nothing better than towing your own bathroom about the countryside. And Australian highways are notorious for their lack of conveniences. So next time you see a car and van parked on the side of a highway in the middle of nowhere, just remember before you stick your head in the door to help that Mum’s probably on the loo and admiring the view. Time for a pit stop Mulligan Hwy near Cooktown, Qld Continue reading To bathroom or not to bathroom? That is the question

Who us?

Enjoying the tranquility of Dando’s Campground in the splendid tall timber of the Otway Ranges we light the fire for dinner. As it is building strength a ute load of locals roar in and come over to join us by the fire and say g’day. Three blokes and a young woman are all around 40 and there are a couple of kids in the back of the ute. They tell us a bit about the history of the campground and how one of them, the chap whose birthday they are celebrating was married in a clearing at the back of … Continue reading Who us?

Most people visit Clare for the wine

Mar 2018 We are up early to meet the auto electrician in nearby Clare. It’s a beautiful drive through rolling hills dotted with sheep chewing contentedly on wheat stubble and substantial stone farmhouses with wide verandas, though difficult for El and Elle Prado as they are closely following our van with its flickering tail lights. As we arrive in Clare, Elle has trouble getting us on the radio and our verbal instructions to her of “breaking now, turning right” are fractured and garbled. We say goodbye to The Prado’s who are heading for home because they have yet another ship … Continue reading Most people visit Clare for the wine

Is anyone home?

After reading an American blog about how often beautiful locations are marred by wall to wall RV’s I realise that we here in Australia often forget how lucky we are being able to park close to beaches or rivers or just out in the countryside. If we choose to be on our own we can be and there are thousands of camp sites where we can find peace and solitude. When we first hired a motor home in New Zealand to sample the lifestyle we were amazed to be camped on a river bank on the very first night. Of … Continue reading Is anyone home?