Camping, photography and other ramblings
If you’ve read our Cradle Mountain post you’ll recall that on our way to Cradle Mountain, we met up with a lifelong family friend of mine, Dale, who happened to be staying in Tassie at his shack on the Great Read More …
Leaving Buckland and our free-camp at the Ye Olde Buckland Inn on Saturday, 11th of April, we meandered like a turtle with a sprained ankle, up the east coast of Tasmania to Freycinet Peninsula, where we’re camped for the next Read More …
Today is Easter Monday the 6th of April and we’re off to explore Bruny Island, which is south of Hobart. From our camp at Phil’s Place, north of Hobart, we drove down to Kettering to catch the ferry over to Read More …
Before moving on to Hobart we checked out our camping options as we were going to be there over the Easter long weekend and the local caravan parks are expensive at $60 to $70 per night. We were thinking of Read More …
Leaving Cradle Mountain, it was a slow, but lovely drive down the steeply descending and windy roads, back to the North coast of Tasmania. Our new destination, The Nut, in Stanley. Now, for those unfamiliar with The Nut, as we Read More …
So here we are, Tasmania. We finally made it after a failed attempt a in 2020, just as COVID was breaking out. But, who the f#ck is Kate and Gustav you ask, and why is the blog post titled with Read More …
Actually, we’ve already paid the ferry man in full, otherwise he wouldn’t have let us on the boat. But, I get ahead of myself. Despite the looming deadline to catch the ferry to Tasmania on Saturday the 7th of March, Read More …
“a time or set of circumstances that makes it possible to do or achieve something” That’s the Oxford Dictionary definition of “opportunity” and is the reason for this trip, which is gunna be a long one (fingers-crossed and touching wood). Read More …
This trip was down to Albany due to an invite to Shari’s, Jules’ cousin, 50th birthday suprise party. Philthy, Dougo, Phyllis or Phil, as he’s commonly known, aka Shari’s hubby, had arranged a repeat surprise birthday for her 50th, backing Read More …
It’s December 19th and we’re driving south along the Kwinana Freeway when we’re over taken by a car with the number plate starting with “AU”. This is the regional registration identifier for Augusta, which is our destination, but is also Read More …
Our 51st trip was a bit of a last-minute affair. Mads and Quade decided they wanted to go camping, I’d had some things come up at work (i.e. a lack of it), so we thought bugger it, why not slip Read More …
That’s right, this is our 50th trip in Goldie, our much loved Goldstream Crown caravan. But before we pop the corks on the champers and release the balloons, settle back, because this shit is about to get freaky…. Today, being Read More …
With a hockey bye coinciding with a long weekend, we decided — somewhat last-minute — to take a trip. And yes, we opted for one of our favourite locales: Dryandra. Having worked a bunch of extra hours recently, I took Read More …
This year’s Easter and ANZAC Day public holidays provided the perfect opportunity to take three days’ annual leave to get a ten-day break. Although we took four days to ensure we missed the mass exodus on Easter Friday, getting away Read More …
Things change. This year particularly so, as on our annual Chrissy camping trip to Augusta, Georgia was unable to join us as she’s now “out on the beat,” keeping us civilians safe, working as a Police Officer with W.A. Police. Read More …