Marked Safe from Cyclone Kirrily (and other tales)
I presently reside with my fat bottomed girl (Lola) on a property in a protective enclave bordered by hills of virgin (since Cyclone Debbie in 2017) forest and a little creek that runs out to sea. A cyclone is coming. It is muggy, stifling, dense weather with little reprieve from the brief though heavy showers…
A Tropical Home
The drive back to my temporary new home in Airlie Beach, from a little suburb outside Brisbane, Moorooka, where the lovely Lola had been parked up for 6 weeks for my travel to Melbourne, was 1,200kms of heavy, heavy rain. The Bruce so overwhelmed with rain on Tuesday, near zero visibility, aqua-planning across the road…
Mother and Son (a Tribute)
There is so much to be grateful for, despite the vagaries of family and the sadness of missed chances. I sit on the cold stone patio under the portico of my home away from home, a long way from my gypsy life, on the far side of this great continent, way out west. Life on…
Lessons on the Road
I have travelled thousands of miles, I have lived through my first wet season and I have adapted my vernacular to match the local tongue (pro tip ignore the vowels). I have become proficient in weather reading (maps not so much), coolant tank processes, deep sea fishing, cable installation, tent erection, cabinet making, frog shit…
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about the blogs
My stories are a combination of adventure tales, travelogue and random musings on life as I explore my inner gypsy traveling without destination, seeking experience, joy, laughter and love.
The accompanying tunes are a nod to my djing days, each one meaningful in the context of the blog (plus they’re just damn good tunes).
Bay City Lola 