The Ocean


“Individually, we are drop.  Together we are an ocean.”

Ryunosuke Satoro



Ghost riders

I love experimenting with slow shutter speed, and grabbed the opportunity when it arose one recent misty morning.

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And my favourite…… where less is…..barely there….



Hello again

It feels ages since I last wrote, as I’ve been places, met people and animals, and had much to think about and muse upon.

I’ve taken heaps of photos, but sometimes days go by before I’m able to download and look at them.  Sometimes it’s because there’s been so much activity,  that I run out of time and energy, and other times it’s lack of power for the equipment.  However, I’m camped with a powered site tonight, and so I’ll begin to catch up a little.

After the showjumping at Mt. Pleasant, I headed down south, taking a long route through the Adelaide Hills, looking at places I was familiar with a long time ago.  It’s lost its charm for me now, as it’s increased in population and road traffic.  I was glad to finally escape from it all. We did a short camp near Langhorne Creek, then took a detour next day to Milang just cos we could.  🙂


Next stop was lunch at Meningie, on the Lake Albert.  Part of the Coorong.

These are the words of one of the Traditional Elders of the area.


Pelicans abound in the area. Wonderful wonderful birds 🙂

At Kingston SE I was able to catch up with a friend of mine.  While there, Fred and I managed to get in a paddle on the beach. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


A couple of days later, we headed back north again, this time at a more leisurely pace, stopping off firstly at The Granites.  This is a place we’ll return to more often, now I know what it’s like!  Amazing place.


Camp that night was beside the Lake Albert at Meningie.  A pleasant caravan park.




That evening I met again a couple I’d spoken to briefly at the Granites, and we ended up sharing a bottle of wine and stories.  They were from USA, and really enjoying their visit to Oz.  Nice nice folk.  Meeting and making connections, no matter how brief, is why I travel.

Even Fred made a connection, of sorts, with the ‘dog’ at the caravan park entrance.


Then I was back to Mt. Pleasant, where I got more and more of my horsey fix!  More on that next time 🙂



As you know, I’m back on the road travelling again, this time southwards from Quorn, going through the northern Adelaide Hills and meandering further south towards the coast.   On Saturday afternoon, (17th Feb) I drove into the Mt. Pleasant showgrounds campsite, a great place I’ve used before, only to see showjumps setup on the oval.  Well…. this looks interesting I thought.  Then I found out there was a jumping weekend happening.  Yippee!

In my early years, I was totally into showjumping.  It was a complete passion, taking virtually every waking moment of my time.  Eventually, I weaned myself away from it, to a more balanced life (perhaps!) but the love of it never left me.

On the Sunday morning, the second person I saw as I approached the oval, somehow recognised me – a fellow competitor from decades ago!  I don’t think we’ve seen each other since maybe a Showjumping club reunion about 20years ago…. if we did meet then, as I only have hazy memories of that time.  Anyway, it was good to catch up, and also to catch up with his wife, who I’d known even longer.  Isn’t it amazing how things turn out…

That’s how it’s been since I’ve left Quorn.  I’ve caught up with people I’ve not seen for either months, or even years, all without much planning.  Nice.

Anyway, enjoy some shots of the horses, enjoying what they’ve been trained for.  Believe me, horses don’t become good jumpers, and athletes, unless they enjoy it.  It doesn’t mean I didn’t see some instances of poor riding/misunderstanding, but thankfully only a few cases.  Oh, horses are such generous creatures!

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Farewell Quorn


This is my last night in Quorn, the Flinders Ranges town I’ve been living in since November 2017.  While I’m looking forward to new adventures, I have mostly enjoyed my time here, with the exception of getting ‘cabin fever’ during prolonged heat spells, when it was simply too hot to spend much time outside.  That said, we were all very grateful to have a cooler house to shelter in when life in the van would have been unbearable.

I’ve made friends here and got to know the town better than a casual visitor and that’s been nice, and it’s quite likely I’ll be returning to spend more sections of time here by and by.  Of course, once it’s cool enough, I’ll be returning to my beloved Ikara-Flinders Ranges.


Tomorrow we’ll head southwards, just taking our time, and perhaps catching up with other friends along the way.

Then on March 1, fingers crossed all goes well, I’ll be finally meeting fellow blogger Anna Blake, when she conducts a horse clinic in the Adelaide Northern Hills.

Despite no longer having my own horse, this incurable ‘horse disease’ must periodically be attended to and Anna has an approach that gets to the heart of the matter.


After that, we move further south, and somehow I think I’ll be pulling out warmer clothes….. especially as it will be getting closer to autumn.  Already I’m noticing the shorter daylight hours.

Anyway, change is upon us again 🙂

What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?
So where