Everywhere around me the birds are waiting for the light. In this world of dreams don't let the clock cut up your life in pieces. Jim Harrison from Rumination Songs of Unreason
Happy birthday to my dad today! Love you. And a hat tip to Phil for this poem: The story that could be true. If you were exchanged in the cradle and your real mother died without ever telling the story then no one knows your name, and somewhere in the world your father is lost … Continue reading The story that could be true
We have been pulled up a number of times now (and rightly so) after posting pictures of us using take away plastic coffee cups or guzzling from plastic drink bottles. "Why don't you get a 'keep cup'" you say. Or. "Don't you have a reusable water bottle?" We hear you. Truth is we have both … Continue reading Changing our behaviour: plastic water bottles.
Just spent 3 days chilling in the village of Greenock nestled into the edge of the Barossa Valley. We had intended to spend one night here but the campsite area was so good we were forced to linger. This makes 5 nights straight of being off-grid, free (or low-cost) overnighting, a new record for us. … Continue reading Greenock
It's not all sweeping vistas, rolling plains and crimson sunsets you know. Sometimes our campsites are rounded with the simple drabness of necessity. After a dawdling drive today we found ourselves running out of daylight as we pulled into Wallaroo Bay on the East coast of Spencer Gulf...a little ways down the Yorke Peninsula. This … Continue reading The slab at Wallaroo.
For our last night on our return crossing of the Nullarbor was spent perched on the very edge of the Great Australian Bight. We fully intended to spend the day getting some serious kilometres behind us, but after pulling into this lookout all three of us agreed that it would be a travesty of the … Continue reading Last night on the Nullarbor