Here We Go Again

Dorothea MacKellar said it best – “I love her far horizons, I love her jewel seas, Her beauty and her terror, The wide brown land for me” – My Country. Enjoy my ramblings as once again we Travel Around Oz.

I spent a day running around, refilling the gas bottles, the jerry cans for petrol (for the generator) and diesel ( as a “just in case” for the Cruiser) and placed and refilled the drinking water jerry cans. The reservoirs in the van have been turned over continually as we use the van on the shorter jaunts.

Sleep is an easy effort. It has been a long day and evening but the joy of the fellowship with our friends made it a very memorable first day on the road.

Slowing down, that damn alarm blares again. Upon getting to the park it stops as Robyn opens her door. Must remember that for the next Toyota dealer to look at.

If you want to experience the real bush rather than the people polluted tourist spots, then this is a skill we are needing to develop.

Wallie talks of the Secret Men’s Business Club and how they solve the world’s problems but on return to their wives are short on the memory of how. Funny what alcohol can do.

We start him and Wallie off with a Gentlemen Jack in one of the ½ litre tin mugs. The girls are into Robyn’s bubbles. Forbsy breaks out the sausage rolls and the meeting is called to order.

The banter around the fire continues with Walie regaling us of his extensie yachting experiences. From running alcohol to coming through the Panama Canal and pirate encounters.

As we slow and meander through Porchester we see the meeting of the Secret Mens Club. I toot and Wallie waves. In New South Wales that is a driving offence – but who cares

Sunset over Hervey Bay around a table of wine, cheese and bickies with friends is a bit hard to take.