Feb 2021, Briagalong, Vic From our base at the Maffra Golf Club we venture up into the hills behind Briagalong to check out the Quarry Reserve in the State Park. It is a well-maintained camp beside Freestone Creek. Tiny ‘Briag’ … Continue reading Briagalong
Feb 2021, Maffra, Vic An emu walks a fence line on the bush drive up to Sale. After stocking up on groceries we take the road north to Maffra, 20kms through small farms of corn and cows. The Maffra Golf … Continue reading Maffra Golf Club
Feb 2021, Alberton, Vic (just south of Sale and 6kms north of Port Albert, if you’re wondering) When we’re on the road it seems to just work out that we have a pub meal once a week. If we find … Continue reading The Alberton Pub
Feb 2021, South Gippsland, Vic On the move again, we stop for a walk around Foster where the street gardens are not only blooming but sprouting tall, sweet corn. This town is the gateway to Wilson’s Promontory National Park and always seems to be buzzing. Along with the blooming streetscape there are murals depicting the town’s timber trade history. There’s a quirky pub and functional buildings, it is a town that always makes you feel good. A short drive down the road is Toora where we stop for a bite of morning tea in a quaint coffee shop that straddles … Continue reading Foster & Toora
Feb 2021, Meeniyan, Vic The morning flies by with a lengthy morning chat session outside our van with our mob and our neighbouring campers. While everyone yacks happily Woody is inside the van cleaning his hearing aids. Hearing a swift rap on the window and I run in to find him in a tizz, he’s lost the soft flexible part of his hearing aid and it is jammed deep inside his ear. With tweezers and a headlamp (commonly referred to in this caper as a ‘dickhead torch’) I manage to latch onto it and drag it out of the depths … Continue reading What? Jam in your ears?
Feb 2021, Meeniyan, Vic There’s a saying amongst caravanners that everything on board must have two uses. After returning to Meeniyan from our enforced 5day Covid lockdown we have a long and hilarious happy hour in which we discuss the merits of using a motorised salad spinner for spin drying our clothes. You see the biggest problem when camping is wringing the water out enough for the washing to dry quickly. As we all know hand washing is a chore, but the hard part is the wringing. A lot of caravans have washing machines these days, but unless they are … Continue reading Salad Spinners
Feb 2021, Venus Bay, Vic From our freedom camp at Meeniyan we drive down to the coastal holiday town of Venus Bay in readiness for our February caravan club muster. We are greeted by a grumpy “You’re early!” from the manager (it was 10:10am and most parks open for arrivals at 10:00) and we’re told that there are people on both of our sites who will be told to pack up. There’s no mention of putting us on another two of the many unoccupied sites. We walk the rather bedraggled park and wait. The tent campers pack up and leave … Continue reading Campus Interruptus
Meeniyan Recreation Reserve, $10 per night, Meeniyan, Vic As tempting as it is to keep returning to favourite places it is more rewarding finding new ones. We’ve all got our favourite places, the ones we keep going back to but … Continue reading Those Faraway Places
It’s that time of year again, cyclone season up north sends floods down through the inland. The chance of searing dry heat in the south is the precursor to bushfires, though thankfully this summer has been cooler. There’s always dangerous weather to watch out for in this country. Like swings and roundabouts if it’s raining in Brisbane it’s probably dry in Melbourne and vice versa. If it’s raining in Perth then Adelaide and Melbourne will be next as the prevailing winds blow across the country. It pays to keep an eye on the weather and it doesn’t always do what … Continue reading Caravanners need to be like sailors
I’m surprised at the amount of wool cleaning we’ve come across in our travels. In Mudgee, NSW the museum guide showed me a box that the poor old sheep would be put into. Only his head would be poking out of the wooden box while he was rigorously scrubbed of dirt and burrs. In Blackall, Qld we toured the Wool Scour a building where fleeces were washed and cleaned by machine. Thankfully without the sheep in them. In Robe, SA we camped beside Lake Fellmongery, a place where wool was scoured and where wool was removed from sheep skins. Not … Continue reading Washing Woollies
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