Autumn 2018 We find the best coffee of this whole trip made by a passionate and caring female barista. The city is gearing up for the Fringe Festival and kids are on their knees chalk drawing on the footpaths while … Continue reading An all too brief stop in Mt Gambier
We ask our caravan park neighbour in a South Australian park where he got his beaut ladder from, “In Officeworks, Nowra (NSW)” he says. Which gets me to thinking, my shirt is from Balranald, my jumper from Tamworth, my Jeans from Melbourne, my hat from Yeppoon. That’s hardly Paris, Rome or New York now is it? But wait…didn’t I buy this necklace in Florence?…phew. Continue reading Wearing your travels is like collecting stamps
Autumn 2015 When we arrived in Exmouth we wondered why the town looked so modern but it was only established in the 1960’s with the arrival of US naval operations yet its history goes back much further. The Vlamingh Head lighthouse was built in 1912. It was named after Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh who along with so many Dutch navigators visited this coast back in 1697. There were military bases in the area in World War Two. Qantas later used Learmonth Air Base as a fuel stop on its Ceylon route to London in 1945. In 1953 oil was … Continue reading A long history but the town came last
At Hay, NSW, we plop ourselves in the warm morning sun and have a cuppa. Then Woody tells us that the fridge won’t start (on gas). We drive into town, buy a new bottle of gas and have a delicious … Continue reading Frigid!
May 2018 We hadn’t intended to visit Griffith, NSW, but a problem with our fridge forced us to seek out a technician. And thus fridge repaired we find ourselves checking into the Griffith Boat Club on a fine autumn afternoon. … Continue reading Griffith Boat Club
March 2018 Woody leaves me to wander the beach while he fills up with fuel. The bottom step of the beach staircase has been washed away and I have no end of trouble trying to haul myself up to the first step. It’s a bugger this getting old caper. I watch four blokes fishing at the outfall bridge. They’re catching the incoming tide. Thousands of fish of all sizes from minnows upwards are swimming in yet all that these guys can catch is sea lettuce. Does it matter? No, each ‘bite’ is rewarded with shouts of jubilation. Continue reading Beachcombing at Robe
You can’t miss our house! Continue reading You Can’t Miss Our House
We’re camped in Cunnamulla, in Western Queensland. We pack a picnic lunch and head out of town (70kms or thereabouts) west to Eulo. As we leave town the paddocks are just a sea of red dirt. The road is very … Continue reading Eulo
Her doors are all open to the warm breeze in true Queensland fashion. There’s a pair of crossed cane knives etched into her doorstep. She’s been around a while and she’s seen the cane grow higher than high, year after year. This is sugar country and she’s a sugar pub. And inside it’s as dark as molasses. The publican’s missus moves easily behind the bar pulling beers and quickly shoving the glasses into stubby holders to keep them cold. She’s cooking chips for a road worker, “the bridge is out you know”. And lunch for an old geezer at the … Continue reading Goin’ to the Garradunga
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