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Places, Vic2 Comments

Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

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My home town of Melbourne has been voted the World’s Most Liveable City for six consecutive years. When we’re not wandering about the countryside with our old van Priscilla in tow we spend our Sundays exploring our own fascinating city with friends. I rarely leave the camera at home on these excursions and we often lament the fact that we probably look more like tourists than the tourists themselves, wandering about pointing at stained glass and gargoyles or craning our necks towards the tops of modern glass shards. Melbourne’s inner suburbs are best known for their shopping or dining streets. … Continue reading Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

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The First Five Kilometres

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The hardest, most difficult part of any journey, whether it is to be around the world or to the next state or county, is the first five kilometres. Why? Because there are so many excuses, workload, family, medical appointments even household chores. Everything seems to suddenly escalate in importance. For those who work it often feels like it would be easier just to postpone the holiday because there are so many things that must be taken care of before you walk out the door. In my age group we often hear the complaint “but Mum why can’t you look after … Continue reading The First Five Kilometres

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Love Thy Neighbour

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I’ve just had a lady at the door trying to sell God to me. We haven’t had one of those in a long time more often than not it is an Indian student at the door trying to sell Energy, of the gas or electric kind. We produce our own solar electricity and I’m sure that with a few more lentil salads Woody could take care of our gas requirements. Anyway I bid her a good day and wished her luck in trying to find a buyer. At least she could laugh about the difficulty of her task. Which got … Continue reading Love Thy Neighbour

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Taking Out the Garbage

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Another morning in the National Park camp ground at Woody Head in NSW, I wake up to the sound of something being dragged across the ground. We have been warned about goannas (that’s a bloody big lizard, for the uninitiated) in the National Park but they didn’t tell us about the ingenuity of the Brush Turkeys. This busy little guy has pulled our rubbish bag out of the bucket and he is dragging it around and pecking at the plastic trying to get the food scraps out. Continue reading Taking Out the Garbage

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Almost Free Camp

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Ardlethan is a pretty little town in southern NSW and just off the Newell Highway, about a kilometre from it actually. It is the home of the Kelpie. It has an IGA a few shops and the London Hotel. Best of all it has a free short stay caravan park in the heart of town with coin in the slot power at $2 for 12 hours. Now that’s worth pulling off the busy Newell Highway for. Continue reading Almost Free Camp

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Nice Buns!

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We’re in Piper Street, Kyneton, Vic. It’s winter and 11 degrees here in the Macedon Ranges region. It is cold, wet and miserable and we stop for a warming coffee at Grist Artisan Bakery. Woody is soon grinning behind a big glazed fruit bun. He says that it is the best that he’s ever had and he’s an expert. The bakery is in an old wooden mill building with big solid beams. It feels rather …well, English. The ceiling is low and the floor uneven and patched. Leaving Woody to his bun I wander off to find the toilet and … Continue reading Nice Buns!