Goodbye dear friend

For the past week, I’ve been back in old territory, back where I used to live before I took to the road.  I’m back to empty out the storage container with my household effects.  There is no chance of me returning to live around here, and even if I find a house suitable in the future, it makes better sense financially to be done with what I have for now.  A friend will store a few things for me at his place, but it’s only short term.  Mostly it’s not been emotionally difficult parting with my household effects……well, not until it came to parting with my violin I’d had since I was a young child.

It’s gone to a woman who will use it, and love it, and play Irish music on it, so I really can’t ask for better.  Except it’s breaking my heart.  I even had a little rage to my self after it left yesterday, raging against the circumstances that have led me to this decision.  However, I’m over that now, just the sadness remains.  I still have my mandolin – which doesn’t get played enough now either – and that shares my bed, along with the cats.  Squeezing us all into the little van continues to be challenging, and I keep asking my fairy godmother for a slightly larger van, when she feels the time is right.

Obviously the time isn’t quite right yet…..

Hopefully I’ll have this business completed by the end of the month, and move into the  next chapter of the story. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


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

A funny thing happened on the way to the shops……

Earlier this month, Fred and I headed in the van to Port Augusta, to buy a few things not available locally.  Shopping isn’t necessarily my favourite past-time, so we (I) decided to do a little bit of pleasure first, by heading to the Port Augusta Arid Lands Botanic Garden.

I LOVE this place, and plan on doing a separate post on it another day.

However, when we took the Highway to the Gardens, a large road sign showed the next lot of towns and distances…. including Darwin.  I said to Fred, how about we go there?  To which there was total agreement!  So we sailed past the turnoff to the Gardens and kept going!  Ha!  It felt good to be hitting the highway again, even if we were just having a pretend time of it.  (the cats were home and I had limited supplies in the van and other obligations the following day)


The landscape is totally different to that of the Flinders Ranges.  This is flat desert country, with funny flat-top mountains at the beginning of the Stuart Highway. 


This road is said to be the Gateway to the Outback.


Perhaps one day I’ll do it, but have no real immediate plans, as it’s an awfully long long way without a co-driver. As it was, we drove about 30 kms, and then found a nice little rest area and did some little exploring before heading back the way we’d come.



The Australian movie, Last Cab To Darwin, tackles both the road and a controversial topic.  I’ve seen the movie twice and love it.

The road signs were a little different, so I took some shots of them to share.


Coming back, on my left were the Flinders Ranges, always enticing even though without the afternoon sun on them from this perspective, their full charm is hidden.


On making adjustments…..

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a dearth of notifications from W/P, and thought that perhaps most people were simply taking time out from blogging…. but, eventually the penny dropped that something wasn’t right.

Somehow my notifications got turned off.  Not by me.  A glitch.  Yes my intention for this year is to reduce distractions, to fine tune my focus.  But delete my blogging  community? No way! Honestly, if it wasn’t for the friends I’ve made here over the years, I probably would be going troppo.  Even without living in the tropics. 🙂

So I’ll try to catch up with the missed posts, but please forgive me if I don’t manage it. The intention is there…..

Currently I’m preparing to leave the summer house we’ve been staying in (thank God for it over these 45C plus days!) sometime in the next few weeks.  I need to make adjustments inside the van furniture wise, preferably first, and also at some point, upgrade my solar system so I can recharge camera batteries and run laptop, without having to stay in a costly caravan park too often.

Longer term, I’d like to purchase something along the lines of this unit or something similar.  When I first decided to live on the road, I had no idea how I or the animals would go with it.  So I purchased something within my limited budget so I’d have no debts and away we went. I have unresolveable health issues and have to work with that on a daily basis, even though I’m extremely grateful I’m now able to do more than I ever expected to.  Usually.  Not always.  But being on the road suits us all, despite  being cramped in the little van, and so that’s what it will be for who knows what time…..

Lacking a large bank balance, I can’t purchase a new vehicle just yet.  However,  if Lady Luck decides to favour me with a gift of a slightly larger home for life on the road, I’d not turn her down! 🙂  A Toyota please.  Very reliable and parts and service always accessible.  A kind loving home guaranteed.  🙂