Tag: Land Rover

  • Surviving in the Flinders Ranges.

    The end for Swifty……

    September 11th 2025

    Still at Arkaroola , we set out on the third day for the Echo Camp Backtrack self drive. You pay the fee to get the track notes and the key to the locked gate along the way. It’s a 4 hour round trip.

    This was a 4WD adventure that had some quite difficult terrain, however we were rewarded with some stunning scenery and a great oversight of the history of Arkaroola station. All the waterholes were dry despite high rainfall during winter around this inland northern corner of SA. Generally the area was dry and dusty with a sprinkling of green showing through from more recent rains. The massive River Red gums dominate the valleys and watercourses while the remainder of the landscape has the hardy dry country shrubs like Mulga, Black Cypress, Bullock trees and Acacias. There were a few kangaroos and emus, not many birds.

    Lunch stop Barraranna Gorge.

    We found a great spot for lunch where we duly broke out the table cloth, zero beers and snacks, thoroughly enjoying the peace beside the towering red ochre cliffs.

    Echo Camp Backtrack

    The pictures will tell you how stunning the landscape was, although photos don’t really do it justice.

    It had been a big day, much bouncing over rocky roads, inhaling dust. Andrew & Marilyn went to see the Yellow Footed Rock Wallabys being fed, with Doug Sprigg, the son of the original settlers at Arkaroola, sharing his story about living there, which was most entertaining. 

    Look what Nick found……..

    We had made the best of Arkaroola. It was time to move on. We knew a severe cold weather blast was expected across southern Australia. The predictions were horrible. We rendezvoused with Neil and Erica in Blinman, then settled for the night at Alpana Station. Neil had nicely placed the Penguin beside an ensuite between 2 buildings…our site was out in the open paddock with a couple of small gums surrounding us. The wind was strong, it was already very cold. We were preparing for a repeat of the night at Arkaroola. Fortunately, it wasn’t toooo windy or wet. We enjoyed a lovely fire in the camp kitchen and survived another night.

    A fraction of the 360 degree view from the hilltop at Alpana Station

    The next day we all headed off to Willow Springs Station. After coffee and cakes, huddled in the warmth of Blinman’s cafe, we set off. This morning was very cold, almost Arctic! The sky ahead was black, the rain constant and the cold wind buffeted the car. We wouldn’t have been surprised to see snow. Driving into Willow Springs over red muddy roads in the rain, morale was low. We checked in with reception, not sure we really wanted to stay. At the camp kitchen we used the wifi and found we could make a booking at Hawker Hotel, about 60 km further south. It was a joyful few moments for everyone when we realised we would be dry for the night, in a room with the toilet nearby, out of the wind, with a heater, with a pub meal onsite. And no red gluey mud to deal with.

    Entrance to Willow Springs

    Erica was a bit sick with the flu. They had done the Flinders Ranges on other trips, so they decided to hightail it back home to Byron. We 4 felt we had come this far, silly not to see the rest of what the Flinders had to offer. So back to Willow Springs Station. It had stopped raining by now and the bitter Antarctic cold had passed. We had a good campsite near the amenities and a great camp kitchen and laundry, so we were happy.

    We took a few hours driving around the spectacular Ranges. We took the Bunyeroo Gorge track and the Brachina Gorge track. The vistas over layered mountains with multicoloured hues, misty distances with dirt roads winding through, were an artist’s dream. I can see why Hans Heysen hung around the gorges painting such beautiful scenes. The red rocky gorges with the massive red gums capture the essence of outback Australia. How can such enormous trees live without water? How can they grow out of rock crevices? We went to Parachilna pub for a beer. I was impressed with the artwork adorning the pub walls. There’s quite a sophistication at this remote pub, it does cater for all sorts of visitors. We drove home along the Moralana Scenic Route.

    View from the Outback Highway.

    Greeness is everywhere, there is a sense that this is rich pastoral country. That’s a false assumption, most of the green plants are weeds. I see all the beautiful reds and oranges of the rocks amongst my photos and get a shock when I see a green picture, and yet that is the norm not the exception.

    Gorgeous red kangaroo.

    The next day was the BIG one. Still at Willow Springs, we take the Skytrek self guided tour over the valleys and mountains of the station. Paying our $75 fee, we get some very comprehensive notes and a key to the locked gate.

    We left at 8.30am. 8 hours later we returned from the 80km circuit. The first third of the day was amazing, many interesting places to see, history to discover, plants to learn about, wildflowers to find. The last third after the locked gate was when the instructions said, “engage 4WD”. We thought we’d done a lot of rough track, but now we were doing probably the hardest track we’ve ever ever done and it was relentless. Long steep upward gradients on a slippery gravelly surface to a high point, with a stunning vista, then long very steep downward slope over the edge before another steep climb reared up in front of us. The track had sharp rocks, boulders, deep holes, slippery slates, never ending. I was expecting to have whiplash by the end. But the scenery around us was breathtaking, the trip was worth it in the end. On the last highest hill on the property, there was a guest book you could sign and leave a comment. Nick read one out to me, it simply said “terrifying”. So enjoy the pictures, they were hard to come by.

    Lunch stop under the giant red gums.

    Next day we moved to Rawnsley Springs Station, instead of Wilpena Pound campground as we’d planned. Excellent move to come here. We had the best campsite, on a high spot looking out at the rocky escarpment of Wilpena Pound. The sunsets were brilliant. Great amenities, a campfire at night, even a takeaway pizza on our second night.

    We did a day trip to Wilpena just a short distance from Rawnsley Springs. The stop at the old homestead was delightful. The wattle and daub house was the best preserved we’ve ever seen and the red gum in the front garden was sooo big, it was magnificent.

    We drove on to Wilpena Pound store, had lunch there and looked about. If you’re not able to do the walks, you can’t actually explore the Pound properly, although there was a shuttle bus we could have taken, which still involved walking at the end….one of us was a little incapacitated. Fortunately we had all been to the lookout at the Pound on another occasion.

    Next came the last part of our trip. The long 1,935km to Lennox Head will be slowly paced to take advantage of this outback region. We started early with a coffee at the very good cafe in Hawker. Between Hawker and Broken Hill is endless open landscape, flushed with green but very few trees.

    Peterborough was quite a bustling town. This is wheat country with a still active train service passing through twice a day. The wide main street has grand architecture with 4 pubs and numerous smaller shops and houses dating back to the late 1800’s. After lunch here, we continued to Broken Hill, where we found a delightful “resort” at Mt Gipps. Here there was a large restaurant which could cater for events, but it also serves dinner and lunch every day. We were tucked up in the unpowered sites on a flat grassy bank. The shower facilities were second to none, although a bit of a hike to get to. The night was warm and calm.

    We spent a relaxed day in Broken Hill, a place that holds memories from a previous trip when we were stuck there with a hole in the petrol tank that needed repairing. This time we re-visited a favourite cafe, Silly Goat, the Regional Art Gallery which is fabulous, and the Memorial to the miners of BHP. Lunch at the retro cafe, Bells, plus a visit to a smaller gallery, and we’d done Broken Hill as best we could in one day.

    Next day, the plan was to get to Nyngan for the night. This is a 580km trip on mostly dead straight roads with not much to see except millions of goats, denuding the landscape…. such a pity to witness this. Many roadkill kangaroos, all in all, a sad scene.

    Flat open country with green grass, after Broken Hill.

    Wilcana park was a fair place to stop for a break. The Darling River was high and flowing unlike last time when we passed through here and it was dry. We pressed on to Cobar for lunch in a cafe we knew from a previous visit. Stocked up with food and drinks for the night, I took over driving for the last 130kms.

    5 kms from Nyngan, I over-corrected when I was heading into the gravel on the left, causing the caravan to fish-tail. I was doing 100kmh at the time. It’s a strange sensation losing control. I thought “how am I going to stop this!” Then clunk, the van had tipped over onto its roof. This slowed down and ultimately stopped the car. I was facing the on-coming traffic in the right hand side, but only the back of the van was on the road. A man in an on-coming small truck who saw it all happening stopped to assist. He was a local and called the tip truck driver. Within an hour we were in a cabin in Nyngan caravan park, poor Swifty had gone to caravan heaven in a paddock with other wrecks and some lovely horses nearby for company. Next day we salvaged what we could from inside, mostly the food in the cupboards. The fridge contents were slathered with yoghurt. The tomato sauce bottle squirted it’s contents making it look like someone had been badly injured. My big regret was forgetting to get the gin, rum and coffee out….I’ll think of those as the sacraments to bless the van on its next journey wherever.

    My lesson from this is not to drive late in the afternoon. This was just the second time I had driven the car with the van on…in all our time travelling around Australia, I never drove. The blessing was the tow-hitch that could swivel 180 degrees without tipping the car. The damage to the car was not minor, the lights on the back were wrecked. The boys rigged up an amazing substitute set, using Swifty’s rear lights. This made the car roadworthy enough to drive home even though it looks odd.

    Home safe and sound, albeit a bit battered.

    From Nyngan to Tamworth to Lennox Head. The journey ends and probably our caravanning days could be over. We’ve had years of adventures with Swifty, it’s sad he’s so battered about but looking at the silver lining, we can begin afresh in different ways. We’ve thoroughly explored Australia, now it is time to see a few International destinations we’ve always wanted to visit. All in good time.

    This will be the very last blog. Thank you for taking the journey with us, it’s been thrilling, awesome and unforgettable. Our wonderful fellow travellers Andrew and Marilyn have saved us through thick and thin in so many ways, with mechanical help, meals, laughter and a great friendship, thank you. Neil & Erica, was a pity not to go the full distance with you this time, but what we did with you was so much fun, a little edgy at times, spectacular, hilarious and rich with memories.

    Jenny & Nick

    Setting off in style for new adventures without Swifty.

  • Flinders Ranges

    Getting there…………

    August 2025

    Here we go again. Ready for adventures, awesome scenery, friends, campfires and lots of driving. Because the weather in southern Australia has been so unpredictable lately, we are not sure of our itinerary, except we’re aiming for the majestic Flinders Ranges in South Australia. The rain has caused havoc with the gravel roads, flooding them and washing away edges. The positives are that we’re expecting a “green” desert with lots of wildflowers. We’ve set aside up to a month to be away.

    We set off on 20th August 2025 in the middle of a rain bomb from the East Coast of NSW. By the time we reached Lismore the rain had passed, but it wasn’t the last of rain for us that day. Tenterfield for morning tea is a normal indulgence, but we couldn’t loiter as we had more than 550 kms to cover that first day. Rain it did, heavily at times.

    Arriving at Nindigully Pub close to dusk, we had planned a campsite in the Council grounds surrounding the pub, but mud and slosh drowned out any chance of finding  a dry site. In Neil’s usual fashion, he parked beside the telephone box near the pub fence on “dry” grass and we wedged our 2 vans in close to his Penguin. In the morning, an irate owner of the pub informed us we were camped on private property, her’s in fact. We apologised profusely and left. St George was not too far away, so off we drove in the cold and thick fog.

    Wildflowers were beginning to appear on the sides of the road, vast carpets of yellow, then white, all with a background of deep russet red earth. Again we loaded the kms onto the car, pushing hard to reach our destination, Charlotte Plains Station just out of Cunnamulla. What a gem this place was compared to the barren landscapes we had travelled past for hours that day. The 27,000 hectare sheep property is one of the few stations that did not cap their bore. They have developed a unique unpowered campsite complete with a dozen or so bathtubs you can freely wallow in at 31C or hotter, until you are fully saturated. There are some large pools as well, heated to about 48C, which is a bit too hot. The mornings with steam rising in the glow of sunrise are really atmospheric. We spent 2 days here. There was a video show at sunset with Robyn Russell, the current owner, giving us a good overview of the history of the farm and family; she was a bit long winded however.

    Charlotte Plains campsite

    Day 4 we headed to Thargomindah, the visitor centre first, as we still didn’t know if the road down to the Flinders Ranges was open. There have been vast floods affecting roads, bridges and creating driver hazards, but the Strezlecki Track had just opened and we could follow our desired route. Poor Thargomindah had been awash the previous weeks, but looked like they were back to normal.

    This night we made it to Noccundra, a one pub town and nothing else. The 1882 sandstone pub was a nice place for a lazy afternoon beer, but we had chosen a terrific campsite on the bank of the Wilson River. Peaceful, quiet, no wind or rain, we loved relaxing into this spot. The little campfire kept us warm, the stars were spectacular, although I need more practise to get my astrophotography working.

    The next day we aimed for Cameron’s Corner, the historic border intersection of SA, QLD & NSW. The roads were now a mix of corrugations to rattle your false teeth, smooth red earth and grey dusty gravel. At a morning tea stop, we met a twitcher, carrying his very long-lensed camera. He showed us some excellent images of various birds including a red chat which is very rare. His wife wandered up from a walking path, didn’t engage with us, probably knowing her husband loved showing off his pictures whenever the opportunity arose. The wildflowers at this stop were lovely, some very small, others more showy but all contributing to the floral display. 

    Cameron’s Corner now has a pub, unlike the first time we came here in the 1990’s. We took the mandatory photos, read the information boards and then set off in search of a campsite. A clay pan tucked out of view of the road was ideal. A magical camp.

    Car Report

    Deflating tyre pressure.

    Car-wise, it’s not been all plain sailing. Mechanically, no worries. However the extremely bumpy roads and endless corrugations finally shook a little spring loose in the bonnet catch. Without a spare parts store down the road, we’ve gone for the old tried and true remedy, tie down strap across the front of the bonnet, a nice rosette was added for presentation. We do now get weird looks in the towns, people wondering why we’ve got our bonnet held down. It’s rare to see cars nowadays being held together with simple devices and still driving about.

    Also, for no obvious reason, the heater/aircon fan began to make a loud insistent whizzing noise. It was just another noise to add to an already rattly racket that we drive with all the time, but this one was next level! So I cracked it and turned it off and went for the old fashioned air con and opened the window. Ahh, the serenity. That afternoon Nick was under the front dashboard unscrewing the culprit. It was full of leaves like a birds nest. Years and years of debris. Now the fan is completely silent and actually pumps air.

    This road from Cameron’s corner camp was a multiple series of up and over sand dunes, with crests and falls, possibly 50 or more of them, with some badly churned up on the blind side over the crest. Our two-way radios proved useful to warn each other of the dangers. For the whole day we saw about 4 cars, 4 motorbikes and a couple of cattle trucks. The Strezlecki Track was sealed more than we expected but it was still primarily corrugations on white gravel. The landscape was dotted with small pale yellow dunes with scrub on top, hides for bush creatures no doubt. We only saw a few emus, no kangaroos and surprisingly a group of huge camels.

    Flinders Ranges

    Pulling in to Arkaroola mid afternoon, we had around 2000km on the clock already. The day was warmer than expected. We set up camp amongst the gums on a dry riverbed. We did a communal dinner of marinated pork, stir fried vegetables and rice. We retired early, everyone was tired and 3 of us were carrying a bit of a cold. The wind came up, slowly at first, rattling the awning, shaking the van a bit. The next thing we knew we were living in a full scale gale, with wind howling down the gullies like a train, first one direction then the other. Just when you thought it was over, off it went again. No-one slept. It’s just one of those camping moments when you ask “why are we doing this?” But we survived and I thanked all the big trees we were camped under for holding onto all their limbs throughout the night.

    Suffice to say, the next day was at zombie pace, weary, just soaking up all that is on offer around the Arkaroola homestead . It was warm, sunny and calm, for a change. Neil and Erica did a walk on the Barraranna track for 8km, I admire their fortitude but the rest of us were not feeling that fit after a rough night. The next morning Neil & Erica departed Arkaroola while we stayed another day to do the Echo Camp Backtrack drive. I’ll leave this blog here. There are lots of adventures to come as we thoroughly explored the Flinders Ranges.

    The next blog is written so will follow soon, provided I can get an internet signal.

    Cheers for now

    Jenny & Nick & Co.

  • At Last we’re Away.

    Lennox Head to Cairns. 1880kms.

    Leaving home.

    April 24th, it was a Monday in 2023. We dropped off “Bond”, a 1953 Land Rover Nick had restored from scratch, at Andrew’s big garage in Ballina. All the chores were completed.

    By 11.00 we were waving goodbye to Sam, Noah & little Isla, our house minders for the next 12 months, as we hauled all our travelling possessions including 2 kayaks and 2 bikes off the nature strip and on our way.

    Buderim on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast, was the first stop, with our long time friends John and Annie. They had demolished the original house we saw in 2020 and were now the proud owners of a new house, fitting in perfectly with the neighbourhood’s other beautiful homes. AFL footy took up an afternoon and a night, you can’t take the footy out of a bunch of Melburnians. 

    A tour of the nearby hills, visiting Nambour, the ginger factory, and the Nuthouse occupied day 3. Dinner at a lovely street food style restaurant in Mooloolooba rounded out our time in Buderim. Many laughs, chats, car repairs, and delicious meals completed a terrific stay.

    Following a leak.

    But it was time to get on the road and be the grey nomads we were aspiring to be…well, I’m not grey but I certainly feel like a nomad now, being homeless except for Swifty, our tiny pop-up camper, who serves us so well through the all weathers and terrains we have to face.

    Firstly a few nights at Burrum Coast National Park, situated on Hervey Bay about an hour south of Bundaberg. On a fairly short, very sandy approach road to the campsites we got horribly bogged up to the axles. We should have deflated the tyres earlier as we knew sand was expected. Tyres down, off we set only to become even more bogged just 100 meters further down the sandy track. So deflated the tyres even more…12psi on Swifty, 15psi on the car all round, plus much digging and the trusty orange max trax under the back wheels and made another attempt. Gained 10 meters this time. More digging, more revs and finally we hit solid ground and got out…but where were the maxs’? Buried deep. That delay took more than an hour, but was rewarded with a stunning campsite right on the water’s edge. Little did we realise the loud crashing sound waves make on the shore so close to us. During the night the 2.3m tide sounded like it was under the van. Fortunately the gale winds had gone, but I was adamant I couldn’t do a second and third night with such a noise.

    The next morning was glorious, sea calm, tide out…perfect, but we decided to move on, get a good night’s sleep. The car and Swifty performed exceptionally coming out of the sandy campsite, much to the surprise of both of us.

    Next was Elliott Heads, a small seaside town 15kms from Bundaberg. Surrounded by campers in the park, we enjoyed the showers to get our dark grey sandy feet clean again. And there is just the faint murmur of the sea in the distance. I could live with that.

    We stayed in Elliott Heads for 5 days and thoroughly enjoyed it. Cycled around the streets looking for the centre of town, which didn’t exist. There’s a bowlo and a general store. Near the campground was Driftwood Cafe which served fish & chips and coffee, and had multiple empty shelves which could have supplied campers with basic needs. They had one bottle of milk and 3 boxes of Shapes along with the newspapers. A big opportunity wasted there.

    Had a beautiful morning in the kayaks on Elliott river. The massive tides just about grounded my boat. I struck a couple of sandbanks with my peddles, which weren’t there when we set off, as I ventured back to the launching ramp. 

    On day 4 our friends Marilyn and Andrew arrived. We visited the Bundy Rum factory with them and did an excellent tour. The boys know the recipe to make Dark & Stormy now, and have enough bottles of rum to last quite a long time. Later we headed straight to the Botanic Gardens for lunch and to see Bert Hinkler’s house and museum with his 1920’s Avro Avian plane. It was well worth the visit.

    You will notice a rainbow flag appears now and then in photos. It was a parting gift from Neil & Erica Holland. We had used it years ago when crossing the Simpson Desert. It comes out at random times for no apparent reason, although sometimes it is used in unimaginable ways. Of course it’s called Priscilla.

    But it was time to move on, so next morning, after the usual beach walk starter followed by breakfast, we dismantled the camp and headed north. We girls had made the observation that at every toilet stop or camp site, the girls were always at the far end. The boys laughed at us disbelieving our theory. So now there is a running tab. Girls theory has proven true so far. Just another example of male dominance!

    We didn’t realise what a long day we had ahead. We headed out of Bundaberg at a reasonable time but didn’t reach Yeppoon until 5.00pm. We did a detour via Agnes Waters and 1770, both very interesting and a lovely lunch stop at 1770, but by 1.30pm we still had 3 1/2 hours to get to Yeppoon. The countryside was dry, scrubby, a bit uninteresting. On the way I realised I’d lost my Mastercard – my own silly fault. Fell out of my phone case while I was taking a photo. Inconvenient but not too much of a concern. Then, for no apparent reason, my carseat started to sink. Nick’s did the same years ago somewhere remote near Uluru. Oh well, it’s not the end of the earth, I can still see out of the window…

    Crossed the Tropic of Capricorn.

    Battled through peak hour at Rockhampton, pulled into Beachside Caravan Park in Yeppoon at a few minutes to 5, just as they were shutting. We were all stuffed. 

    A good sleep later, we decided to stay an extra day in Yeppoon. Met up with my niece for coffee at the Marina. So lovely to chat with a local & Bree showed us some pretty amazing very expensive cruisers belonging to her friends, moored in the harbour. Later, we took ourselves on a sightseeing drive, saw the Singing Ship, and great views across to Great Keppell Island. The history of Cook’s sailing through the waters of these islands is very well documented, even though our senior brains couldn’t retain much of the details.

    I love the detail on this plaque, it is rather poignant as a reflection of how the British felt a new colony should be.

    Marilyn and I decided we would swim in the Yeppoon Lagoon, a man-made pool, free to anyone, built by the local council. Probably because the sea was a bit brown and crocs could be lurking. But the swim was refreshing albeit very cold.

    Onwards northward. After a delightful morning tea at Mackay Botanic Gardens cafe we headed north through fairly dry mundane country. Scrubby bush, paper bark trees, small settlements with a rundown pub, derelict cars and not much more was typical of the scenery. We chose tonight’s destination on a whim, and it proved to be a winner. Cape Palmerston Tourist Park was located on a dusty back road in an isolated part of the Capricornia coast. Crocodile country. Arriving at a basic reception/supplies area, adorned with photos of mostly men holding big fish or crabs, a freezer of frozen white sliced bread, multiple travel brochures spread across the tables and the usual collection of odd books people had donated to future customers, the weather-worn lady welcomed us into her cool office. The drone views of the park looked a bit ordinary, so we had low expectations of this campground.  We wanted unpowered, so were sent down to a large grassy area that resembled a botanic garden’s lawn area more than a camp site. Enormous eucalypts hosted a good range of birds, kangaroos grazed nearby, the bush turkey’s annoyed us as is their way, but it was peaceful. The beach was walking distance and the bathroom facilities were excellent. With an almost full moon, it was perfect, except for the dreaded midges, which had plagued us most of the trip north.

    We thought a drop into Airlie Beach and Shute Harbour should be part of our itinerary. We chose to camp at Proserpine, 20 minutes west of Airlie, in a rather downmarket caravan park. Being the King’s Coronation night, we thought dinner at the Prince of Wales pub was a good choice, and quiche was on the menu. Alas, the staff there had made no connection to the significance of the name of their pub and were vaguely disinterested in our suggestion that the quiche could be called Coronation quiche. So we all settled for Red Emperor and chips…delicious.

    Back at camp we managed to hook up the iPad to the ABC iview telecast. Sat under the stars, balmy night, full moon, listening to the glorious choral music and watching the pageantry that can only ever be seen in the UK, as King Charles 111 & Camilla became King and Queen. 

    Ever onwards, next day we headed a short distance north to a remote fishing village called Groper Creek. Crocodile country now.  The scenery has become far more interesting with the dark green sugar ready for harvesting and the mountain ranges jutting up in the distance. Not many camper vans on the journey so far, and getting a site each night has been easy. Groper Creek mosquitoes killed us, biting our legs arms and faces, adding to the welts we already had from midges. Really, you need a tinny and a rod to blend in at Groper Creek, and we had neither. We heard a large croc had been caught just near where we camped…urgh!

    I will stop now, that’s plenty for one blog. We’ve only been away for two and a half weeks. It feels like we’ve driven long distances, probably missing lots of sights we shouldn’t, but at least we’ve reached FNQ and escaped the chilly blast our NSW & Vic families are experiencing. Here at Mission Beach we feel the crowds haven’t arrived yet. There isn’t a continuous stream of vans on the highway. The locals here say June will be busy.

    Next blog will include a trip to Magnetic Island…..and we’ll also be venturing up the Cape to the tip. Some photos are Andrew’s, thanks mate.

    Love to get your feedback. Hope you’ve enjoyed this blog.

    Jenny & Nick, Marilyn & Andrew. May 11th 2023

  • SIX WEEKS BEFORE WE ARE AWAY

    SIX WEEKS BEFORE WE ARE AWAY

    Lennox Head, Bundjalung Country.

    March 14th 2023.

    The last post was published in August 2021, with the sad news that we’d abandoned the trip completely. We had become victims to Covid regulations which closed borders and instilled fear in everyone that travelling would be risky, that the virus would spread wildly and that it was best to stay home. So we did.

    Now, 17 months later, we are looking at a fresh start. And still there is the possibility that our plans will be thwarted due to floods in the Gulf of Carpentaria at the moment, and earlier floods in the Kimberly around Fitzroy Crossing. I saw an interview with the Mayor of Burketown in the Gulf, where major inundation is occurring, and he said that as soon as the water subsides there will be amazing wildlife to see and the wildflowers should be stunning. He was encouraging travellers not to abandon the area during the dry season, and of course we want to support all those remote communities if we can.

    My grand daughter Sarah is now working in Fitzroy Crossing as a remote area nurse, so we should be able to get local updates from her.

    As you will see, our plan now is to head north from Lennox Head first, get to the tip of Cape York in Qld. Two couples will be joining us on that leg of the journey..Marilyn and Andrew Jeavons and George and Julie Rhodes…good friends who travel well at our pace, are flexible, independent, great fun and love adventures. In Cairns we will join up with Mike Meyers and his friend Steve to continue to the Cape. This first leg will take all of May and half of June we expect. After the Cape, we will be on our own probably…but our flexible friends could change their minds.

    Might as well not get too far ahead of ourselves on this blog though. There are some plan B’s being considered if we fail to cross the Gulf. We won’t even go there.

    Our house sitters are about to leave Karratha. In 3 weeks time they expect to be at Lennox….that’s an almighty journey with a 9 year old and a 14 month old…and 2 dogs. One dog is being left in Perth, the other in Melbourne, until such time as their owners find a suitable house with a yard and a fence. So we are not doing the full house pack up thankfully although much still needs to be done to prepare for 12 months away and to give the sitters an easy house to live in. Pablo pictured here is a fine addition to our house, along with 4 chickens.

    I have done this blog so that I can re-awaken my brain about how to actually navigate WordPress, but also to give those of you on the subscribers list a chance to drop away if you want to. I will be attempting to post to your email once a month if I can, so it shouldn’t be too annoying.

    Best wishes for now. Jenny & Nick