Ramblings from the road
Another one of our favourite camping places is Wilson’s Promontory, one of the most scenic and spectacular areas in Victoria. Rugged mountain ranges with gigantic rocks, boulders as big as office blocks and densely grown bushland surrounded by beautiful beaches.
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Our central-Kakadu camping safari tour was a hectic, but very enjoyable one, not only for the bit beautiful places we visited but also the real nice people we met on the way.
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Friday March 3rd, 1989, 5:30 PM, we arrived at Zeally Bay Caravan Park in Torquay, booked a campsite spot and were told to select one on the back fence.
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In 1986, our whole family, Marg, myself, Craig and Brett undertook our first camping trip to Queensland and back.
Continue reading “Family Camping Safari”In the 1970’s I played soccer for Ringwood United with quite a few Irish blokes. And typically Irish they were to. Mad as mickey mouse watches.
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Marg and I took up camping in 1985 because we both love the Australian bush, the country air and all the other things the ‘great outdoors’ brings you. It also gave us a chance to be by ourselves, away from a busy houseful of friends, girlfriends and anyone else who felt free to walk in.
Continue reading “Aussie Camping”Our camping weekend to Cumberland River with Bobby and Norma (Marg’s older brother and his wife) their three children, Carolyn, Sandra and Jennifer turned into a mixture of success and disasters, reminiscent of the ‘Keystone Kops’.
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During the years I played soccer for the Ringwood United Reserves, Marg worked at Fletcher Jones in Ringwood. She always finished work at about 12.15pm and every second week, when our home game was at Wonga Park Reserve, Mark, Craig, Brett and myself would leave home about 12pm and pick her up on the way to the ground.
Continue reading “The Bloody Donuts!”“I’ve had this,” Max said to me one morning”
“Look at that bloody mess my light table has been left in again. Bruce must have done some work on it after we went home last night and didn’t bother to tidy up after himself. Bloody arrogant untidy bastard.”
Continue reading “G’day Bruce”Arie (with a name like that he had to be dutch) was the factory clown. The sort of guy with a weird and wonderful sense of humor. He could say something extremely funny (everyone would crack up laughing) and he would still manage to keep a straight face which would make the situation even more hilarious.
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