Damper John

Around the campfire in Skipworth, Vic we are all a chatter when we are joined by a genial bloke who calls himself Damper John. John Fozard is a retired copper who lives on the road these days and winters in Exmouth WA at Bullara Station cooking damper and entertaining the tourists with his poetry and stories. And just in case you are wondering Exmouth is about 4,500kms away from Skipworth, that’s a bit more than a Sunday drive. Continue reading Damper John

Mr Whippy

Home Hill, Qld 2016 Our UHF aerial hasn’t been cutting the mustard lately so seeing that we’re camped directly behind the Jaycar electronics store Woody pops in and buys a new one. Next day……Wow this new aerial is a beaut, we now know that some poor Mum is looking for a playground in Home Hill for her kids and another is going to stop off in Airlie Beach for morning tea instead of Bowen. Commercial radio stations try beating that! Continue reading Mr Whippy

Summer’s Last Hurrah

The late summer weather in Melbourne has been superb this year. Warm sunny days that just make you say “Ah”. A few Saturdays back we parked the car at the western end of the Yarra River and just strolled the south bank of the river until lunch beckoned. Over a glass of wine and a plate of tapas we marvelled at just how much our city has evolved in our own lifetimes. How an industrial river flanked by factories and wharves has emerged like a butterfly to become a bright and colourful city. The factories have been replaced with office … Continue reading Summer’s Last Hurrah

Endless Summer

Is it any wonder that so many Aussies hit the road every year in search of an endless summer? I recently read that there are a million people out there just travelling the country, that’s 1/24th of the population! To wake up to an Australian summer morning is ethereal and they’re doing it every day of the year travelling north to south and south to north chasing the warm weather. Oh the smell of new morning freshness wrapped in warmth and the prospect of a hot day. It’s a sound, it’s a feeling and the warble of a magpie. It’s … Continue reading Endless Summer