Day 59 Thursday 7/7/2016, Rollingstone, bloody beautiful We pack up, wash up, clean up, tidy up, pull the mat up and gaze longingly at the beach for the last time. 2021 Note: Rollingstone Beach Front Resort is still my favourite … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 59 – With heavy hearts
Day 50 Tuesday 28/6/2016, magnificent once more We had a shower of rain over night. Which seemed to be the equivalent of Melbourne’s annual rainfall and all in a matter of ten minutes. We flew outside to drop the clears on the annexe and by the time we’d finished the rain had almost stopped. All we could do was laugh because I was in a T shirt and Woody in his undies and we were soaked through. Woody takes the Jeep into Townsville for a service and the rain had provided evidence of our mysterious leak. They unblock the tubes … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 50 – A Lakeside Site
Day 49 Monday, 27/6/2016, Rollingstone, cool, steamy now how can that be? I am so enjoying falling out of bed and onto the beach cowrie hunting. Woody has threatened to put a stop to the shell collecting but I can think of no better use for the two narrow cupboards above the fridge. Besides, I’m getting good at cowrie spotting in the half light. Although I accidentally brought home a hermit crab the other day and got a hell of a fright when a bunch of little legs popped out on the kitchen sink. He was quickly dispatched to the … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 49 – A Tropical Haircut
Day 48 Sunday, 26/6/2016, Rollingstone, Overcast, cooler Hallelujah, our neighbours have started to pack up. We farewell ‘the Sugars’ who are heading home to Mackay. F and L (yes, even they chuckle about that one) have kindly offered us a camp spot under their house if we need it (those big Queenslander houses are rather handy). They are indeed charming people. While I work on finishing our caravan club newsletter, of which I am late in dispatching, Woody lies on the bed and watches the neighbours pack up. Last night they had a family meeting and mother declared that breakfast … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 48 – In the Lockup
Day 47 25/6/2016, Saturday, Rollingstone, Hot, steamy 28 We’ve been having trouble remembering what day it is. Thank goodness that Woody loves his politics otherwise I’m sure I’d miss polling day. The sunrise this morning was magnificent and people were … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 47 – Tempting the crocs
Day 45 & 46 23 & 24/6/2016, Thursday, Rollingstone, Warm to hot 30 Aah….the tides comes in and the tide goes out. A peaceful walk on the beach in the early morning turns out to be an hour of wildlife … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Days 45 & 46 – Stalking Storks & Shouting Barramundi
Day 44 Wednesday, 22/6/2016, Rollingstone, Steamy 29 degrees It’s an easy 57km drive north to Ingham through pineapple and mango farms and sugar cane fields. We try to vote at the polling booth in Ingham but every grey nomad in … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 44 – Wallaman Falls
Day 42 20/6/2016, Monday, Rollingstone, a stunning 24 degrees We wake to a perfect morning, blue sky, sun shining and everything is warm and drying out. We drive into Townsville and as we turn onto The Strand the sun is … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 42 – Fancy meeting you here!
Day 40 Saturday 18/6/2016, Rollingstone, hot 28 We have only one chore to do today…put up the annexe. After huffing and puffing, red faces and sweating we finally collapse exhausted but with the annexe looking pretty good. Well, it is only our second try and we halved the erection time. Only three hours this time and worth it for the extra space seeing that we’re putting our feet up for a while. We tour nearby Balgal Beach in the afternoon, there’s no way we’d walk along the beach to it! Funny thing is that we can see the Balgal fish … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Days 40 & 41 – The Annexe
Day 39 Friday, 17/6/2016, Ravenswood to Rollingstone, warm and light cloud There was a little truck noise overnight as the gold mine is nearby. We were woken by fruit bats chattering in the trees above. A glance out the kitchen … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 39 – We made it!