That great Northern Australian pastime of dressing termite mounds with your own clothes is alive and well on the Stuart Highway. Heaven knows what the ants must think when their house temperature goes haywire because someone has put a bikini around the mound. Let alone, pipes, fishing hats and rods, baseball caps, hi vis vests, t shirts and singlets. At least at Mataranka they respectfully have a termite mound museum. Continue reading Dressing Termite Mounds
A visit to the Blackall (Qld) Wool Scour which is Australia’s last steam driven wool scour proves to be both educational and entertaining. Continue reading Blackall Wool Scour
Don’t you just love the way caravan manufacturers put mirrors on the wardrobe doors on either side of the double (sorry ‘caravan queen’) bed? You can only ever approach them sideways, that is unless you are anorexic, so it’s hopeless to check out how you look or even put on a bit of last minute lippie. In our pop top van they were the only mirrors that we had so I used to have to comb my hair using my reflection in the glass of the microwave door. Perhaps that answers the question why so many couples choose single beds on … Continue reading Mirrored Wardrobe Doors
A church message board in Maroochydore, Qld: “Honk if you love Jesus, text when driving if u want to meet him.” Naturally I didn’t dare photograph that whilst driving! Continue reading Getting the Message Across
Driving the Nullarbor forty years apart. 1975 and 2015. Continue reading The Nullarbor
It is a delightful spring afternoon, blue sky, puffy clouds, miles of grapevines and lush cow pastures. The drive down the narrow King Valley in Victoria is idyllic and complemented by classical music. The towns of Moyhu and Whitfield are little more than hamlets. Edi is even smaller. There is a good camping reserve at Edi cutting, it is quite a large area beside the King River with toilets. It is free and although we haven’t stayed there it looks to be popular with the big rigs. We decide on the Gentle Annie campground at Whitfield which is also on … Continue reading Gentle Annie
When we checked in at the Big4 caravan park on the beach at Port Denison in WA the receptionist told us that the sunsets have been good and that we should grab an empty box and watch the sunset with a glass of wine. To explain that: a box is a cabin and WA law prevents you from drinking in an outdoor public place. So we took her advice and toddled off with our drinks to the verandah of an empty cabin and happily drank legally while watching nature put on a stunning show. Continue reading Lost in Translation
Its early morning at Crescent Head in northern NSW and the surfers are already out working the break. After breakfast I step outside the van and my ankle is nudged by a fat brown rabbit, he likes multigrain bread and nuzzles my fingers. Continue reading What’s Up Doc?
We turn off the highway towards the Carnarvon Gorge and wind through green grassy farmlands where the cows loll about. This is a hidden valley. In the distance the sun picks out the escarpments of Carnarvon. We pass the remains of an aircraft which crashed during World War Two killing the crew of Australian and US airmen, we are constantly surprised at the places where we find evidence of the war. We ford small creeks and the road turns to corrugated dirt for another fifteen kilometres. Woody grits his teeth. We cross Carnarvon Creek and enter Takarakka Bush Resort. Damn … Continue reading Carnarvon Gorge, Qld
Our club is camped at Nug Nug in the Victorian High Country. Only those with satellite dishes can get TV reception. Some of us are My Kitchen Rules fans and have missed out on last night’s cook off. So our mate G re runs last night’s show on the outside TV on his new Patriot caravan. It is spitting with rain so there we are sitting out in the bush under a large tree staring at a TV screen muttering “you didn’t crumb it properly”. And I always thought that outside TV’s on caravans were pretentious. I stand corrected! Continue reading Outdoor TV
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