Wednesday October 24th Broken Hill A beautiful clear morning, Woody hooks up the TV aerial and the TV works a treat. After breakfast we head out to Silverton a little west of here. We turn off the made road and … Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 5 – Silverton
Way up on Broken Hill’s Line of Lode, where the tourists can wander there’s a museum of sorts. Bits and pieces of old mining equipment lay silent and rusting while many metres below work continues relentlessly. Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 4 (Contd) – Broken Hill Line of Lode
Tuesday 23rd October 2012 Mildura to Broken Hill Back on the road again and it’s only a short drive to Wentworth, passing through vineyards and groves of olives and oranges. We are fascinated by the contrast between the red desert … Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 4 – Mildura to Broken Hill
Monday 22nd October 2012 Mildura (Buronga, NSW) (0 Kms) We wake to the sound of birds walking on the roof, what a great alarm clock. It’s been lovely to open some of the pop top zippers for the first time and let the fresh air in. We have a lazy breakfast listening to the tooting of the PS Melbourne’s steam whistle, we can see her plying tourists back and forth, through our front window. The wondrous smell of the Murray River is in the air. A family of ducks beg for some slices of our bread. Woody comes home disappointed … Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 3 – Mildura
Sunday 21st October 2012 Charlton to Mildura (295Kms) We have a slow start, because we really don’t have to hurry. We leave at 9:45, it is a beautiful morning, but chilly. The road is straight and the paddocks are filled … Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 2 – Charlton to Mildura
Intro We purchased our first caravan upon retirement in 2012 and although we were seasoned campers and trailer sailors we were new to the caravanning caper, which I might add, is a unique combination of both those activities minus the … Continue reading Red Dirt, Day 1 – Melbourne to Charlton
Many years ago, Woody and I ran a catering business which often involved working at country halls. No nonsense buildings with plenty of room to host whatever the community threw at it and with big old kitchens with the space … Continue reading Cheers to the Country Hall
As we pack the caravan for another zip trip I realise the importance of the crazy clothing situation for those of us who are grey nomads. Retirement means gone are the days of bespoke business suits and sensuous silk blouses. Gone too are heels and make-up and long sessions in the hair salon hiding the creeping greys. Now it’s all about comfort and practicability. Living two lives, one in the suburbs and one on the road means two sets of clothing, one of which stays on the van most of the time. When on the road we try to keep … Continue reading Road Clothes
Sofala, NSW About halfway between Mudgee and Bathurst in New South Wales you’ll find the gold mining town of Sofala. When we first visited the town our GPS was totally confused as to where we were and indeed Sofala with … Continue reading Sofala
Grenfell, NSW Last year (2020) we were driving down through New South Wales in a somewhat zig zag fashion. There was no hurry to get home as Melbourne was in Covid lockdown. The spring weather was warm and particularly pleasant … Continue reading Little towns with big hearts – Grenfell
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