the cradle.

a while ago i wrote that one thing we still wanted for our karavan was a firewood cradle. well it’s called a firewood cradle but nobody ever said that’s all that can go I there and we often felt that we would prefer to carry dirty items outside the van, not in the cabin or…

vorsprung.

we had a really amazing trip (I sound like a teenager) but one thing both natalie and i really missed while we were away were our bikes. especially since we did our own little tour of the alps before we set out on the big lap. we are planning a similar trip to our favourite…

my coffs harbour.

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looking back – our trusty tug.

we started with a seven year old car with more than 150.000 km on the clock. does this make snowflake ‘frail’ or ‘experienced’? being an entitled elderly white male i predictably opted for ‘experienced’ so we hooked the van up to the disco, crossed all available fingers and hoped for the best. we were of…

covering our six.

i’ve been a good boy and studied hard for my exams (which is also the reason I have been uncharacteristically quiet; the girls were busy and will post later), therefore i felt i could allow myself another tiny bit of tinkering. remember that i tweaked the rear door a bit, way back on the great…

my australia zoo

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my hervey bay

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bust.

as we were coming south towards sydney we just had to stop in ballina. we don’t know how remarkable or otherwise unremarkable ballina may be but it is the birthplace of thorny, our kimberley karavan (yes, with a ‘k’). that industrial looking grey place in the background is where the magic happened. past tense is…