Elle & El bought a nice leg of lamb from the local butcher in Valla Beach and as we have a well equipped camp kitchen at this park they pop it in one of the large ovens. Part way through … Continue reading Lamb Leg a la Camp Kitchen
The countryside is superb, I take over the driving and within minutes the car is shuddering as though we’ve got a puncture. I slow to a crawl and pull into a rest area and we both recognise that “Hey, we’ve been to this rest area before…with the same problem”. It’s the bloody road. Will we ever get used to the concrete roads in NSW? I doubt it. Continue reading Surfaces
We’re in a shopping centre somewhere in Perth and Woody questions some poor stranger about the whereabouts of the nearest Dan Murphy liquor store. I keep insisting that Google is easier but Woody reckons it is much more fun scanning the crowds for a likely ‘drinker’ then having a bit of a chat. He doesn’t factor in the difficulty of deciphering the resulting instructions….”just go down there oh, about a kilometre, turn left at the service station, then right or is it left…..?” Continue reading Taking Directions…from locals
When you are pottering about the house you sometimes don’t even notice that it’s raining. In the caravan you hear every drop on the roof. TV becomes impossible to hear and if it goes on for too long you start to get cabin fever and pray that nothing leaks. In a tent it’s a different story altogether. Shovels are at the ready to dig trenches to drain the water away. Extra tarps are hung from the trees to give more shelter and it’s out with the garbage bag raincoats. For those of you who have been following this blog for … Continue reading Trump’s word of the day – Leaky
Woody decided to change the voice on our poor misguided Gabbi Garmin GPS. We no longer have a confused English woman travelling with us. Instead we jump in fright every time she speaks. Why? Well this one has a broad Aussie accent and it sounds like we’ve got a mate sitting in the back seat. I’m voting to bring back the Pommie sheila. Continue reading Turn left will ya darl?
A pleasant 27 kilometre drive inland from the Pacific Highway at Macksville in northern New South Wales is the sleepy hollow of Taylor’s Arm. The Taylor’s Arm hotel proudly wears the moniker of ‘The Pub With No Beer’. When we … Continue reading The Pub With No Beer
How many times are you surprised at how differently others see retirement. You hear friends claim that they can’t stop work because they would not know what to do with themselves, or they need more money. Or, on the other … Continue reading Life is What you Make it
Towong, Vic to Jindabyne, NSW, 126kms, 2.5 hours not suitable for caravans Autumn 2017 Early morning sun is casting shadows through the poplars. We cross the Murray River into NSW and find that there is very little left of the … Continue reading The Alpine Way – rooftop of Australia
Our fridge runs on 240 volt power, 12 volt from the car or bottled gas depending on what is available. Which means that while we’re driving along it is charged by the car. Once we stop for the day we change it to gas or 240 volt (more modern vans determine their power source automatically, I can only wish). But there is an added complication that arises when the weather is warm…the drip tray that is often frozen thaws and dribbles out the door onto the floor! For the life of me I cannot work out a solution, so I … Continue reading Fridge Incontinence
Sooty Oyster Catchers on oysters in Bonville Creek, Sawtell Continue reading Sooty Oyster Catchers
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