This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.

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2011 Travels July 22


Today was another lovely sunny day. Seemed we did the right thing, coming further west. Hopefully that observation doesn’t jinx us.

John had a late start. Dog and I got up much earlier and went walking along the bay path, this time back towards town and around the block.

Beachport jetty

After John got going, we walked up to the town and looked at the shops, on foot. Tried to give dog some practice at being tied up outside a shop while we both went in, but it was not a total success -some barking as the separation anxiety kicked in. But at least she didn’t try to break the lead and follow us.

After lunch, went walking the other way, along the bay path to a nearby canal, which is the outlet from Lake George to the sea.

Rivoli Bay looking across to the Southend area

Through the south east of SA, in times long past, much of the land was formed as coastlines receded, which they did in colder periods when much of the earth’s water became locked in ice caps and glaciers. Conversely, in warmer times, sea levels were higher than today. The Naracoorte area, which seems a fair way inland now, was once a shoreline. Between there and the coast around Beachport and Robe, there are a series of parallel former coastal dune lines, that trend from NW to SE. In places, lakes and swamps have formed between parts of these ancient dunes. Lake George, and the Beachport Lake are examples.

Line of shallow lakes formed between remnant dune range and current coastal dunes

Between the road into town and Lake George, on the “away” side of the canal, was an area of scrubland and bush, with some tracks going through it, possibly made by trail bike riders and the like. John let dog off the lead here – he likes her to free range and do dog things. She rarely goes out of our sight though. Unfortunately, also along part of the track we were walking on were some large puddles, which dog delighted in galloping through and then wallowing in, before she could be stopped. Someone had to spend a long time tied up outside the van, drying out, before she was allowed indoors again!

Canal from Lake George with our dog walk area off to the right

Opposite the caravan park was the Beachport Golf Course. I told John about how my friend, who had a flying licence, somehow had gained permission to land his light plane on one of the fairways, when he wished. One time when husband 1 and I were staying with him, they went up on a joy flight to see the area from above. The golf clubhouse was at the end of the fairway used, up on a rise, and I watched on as the plane – with the extra weight of said husband on board – cleared the clubhouse roof by only a couple of metres. Reckon those drinking inside ducked! After that, there was no way I was taking up the offer of a flight, and even pilot friend seemed a bit subdued.

Spent the rest of the day lazing about camp, in the welcome sunshine, and drying out dog.

Fish and chips for tea, from shop. Very nice.

Dusk and sunset over Rivoli Bay are rather lovely.

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2011 Travels July 21


I was up early and took dog for a long walk along the rail trail. When I got back, John was up and making breakfast. Didn’t hurry too much to pack up this morning.

We had decided to travel on into the south-east of SA, to places we hadn’t stayed before together.

So travelled west towards Portland, then took the Mt Clay road to Heywood. Back in 1998, and again on a short family holiday a few years ago, we had stayed at both Portland and Narrawong, so didn’t feel the need to visit these again.

From Heywood, through Dartmoor to Mt Gambier, through a mix of grazing country and pine plantations.

Mt Gambier was fairly busy – more traffic than we really like, but the route through the town and out onto the Millicent Road – the Princes Highway still – was easy enough. We stopped at the Visitor Information Centre in the Mount, where there was parking for the rig. I collected some tourist information, we gave dog a short walk around on lead, and ate the rolls I’d prepared this morning, for lunch.

Again, Mount Gambier was a place we had visited before, so we had no wish to stay there. Instead, it was on up the highway,  through Millicent, and onto the coast road that would take us to Beachport. This was an attractive stretch, through undulating farming land, with good looking scrub areas in patches, and alongside the quiet road.

Country approaching Beachport

I had visited Beachport and stayed there a number of times in the past, both when teaching at Lucindale – a small town about 90kms away – and at the more distant Hamilton. A friend had a family holiday house up on the hill at Beachport, with a wonderful outlook across the bay, and we used to have weekend gatherings there, in the days before children. So, for me, it was a favourite and nostalgic place to return to.

We booked into the Ocean View Caravan Park, for a week, intending to use it as a base from which to explore the area. The powered site cost $25 a night, with the seventh night free.

We were able to select a site for ourselves as there were few travellers here at this time of year. The park had a section of permanent cabins and vans and, separately, some terraced beautifully grassed levels for travellers. Set ourselves up on a high terrace that gave us an outlook across the road to the superb Rivoli Bay. We were not too far from the clean and adequate amenities block. The only drawback of our chosen site was that said amenities were at a lower level than our terrace, so there was a steep little clamber back up the slope, or a long walk around the flatter internal roads.

Caravan park at Beachport

The day had turned out sunny, so arriving in pleasant weather created a really favourable impression of the place, for John.

After setting up, we went for a quick drive around the streets to give John an idea of the layout. The small area of shops was not far from the caravan park – well within walking distance for me to get papers or other oddments. Being a small and seasonal tourist place, there were not many shops, but a sort of general store, a hotel, newsagency, fish and chip place ensured our needs would be well met.

Rather like Port Fairy, Beachport started out in the 1830’s as a whaling station, then transitioned eventually to a port servicing the surrounding area, and fishing. From the 1840’s and 50’s, pastoralists spread out through the south east area, coming both westwards from the settled areas around Portland, and overland from Adelaide. The Victorian gold rushes of the 1850’s saw ships landing Chinese miners along this coast, who would travel overland in an attempt to evade the tax levied on them entering through Melbourne.

The magnificent jetty was completed in the early 1880’s, to enable wool exports from the hinterland. It was originally over a km long, but these days has been reduced to just under 800 metres.

With this history, Beachport has some beautiful old buildings, constructed from the local limestone, mostly, as well as little cottages that were the homes of fishermen, sailors and port workers.

Apart from tourists, these days the main industry in Beachport is cray fishing, but this only happens across the cray season over summer. My friend used to have a permit to put out a couple of cray pots, during the season, and we had some great cook ups of the catch, in the back yard, using a fireplace constructed to hold cray boilers. I thought it was a pity we were here out of season – would have been great to buy ourselves a feast.

I directed John up the hill and around the bends, past friend’s house – which as far as I knew they still visited, from their current home in a Murray River town.

Rivoli Bay from the hill

We continued on along the well named Scenic Drive for a few kms. It wound through the dune hills, past the super-salty Beachport Lake, became a good unsealed road and ended at a lookout over the ocean. We returned the same way.

Beachport coast along Scenic Drive

There would be time to explore the features along the route, later in the week. I guess we hadn’t explored much along that Scenic Drive area, back in the day, because it was far more spectacular than I remembered.

Back at camp, we took dog for a walk along a path that bordered the foreshore. There were several access points to this along the caravan park fence.

Then it was the usual afternoon and evening. Stir fry and rice for tea.


2011 Travels July 19-20


The weather over the two days was cold and occasionally showery, which limited our activities.

I did the early morning dog walking and discovered a rail trail that followed the old railway line alignment, from just back across the Moyne River bridge,  towards  the north-east. Ideal for dog walking.

We drove around exploring the township. Spent some time wandering along the river front boat mooring area – interesting.

Port Fairy (Zoom)

This part of the coast may have seen sailing vessels exploring rivers like the Moyne, seeking fresh water supplies, in the very early 1800’s. Port Fairy was named for one such vessel “The Fairy”, probably in the 1820’s.

Settlement in Port Fairy pre-dated that of Melbourne, starting as a base for seal and whale hunting. A whaling station was set up on Griffiths Island, just offshore. The Moyne provided a sheltered boat anchorage and general fishing became important. By the gold rush period of the 1850’s, Belfast as the town was known for a while,  was a significant fishing and trading port.

Given its age, and the availability of local  stone, there are some wonderful historic buildings in Port Fairy. As well as substantial public buildings and former inns, there are a number of quaint cottages close to the river.

Typical bluestone building

I’d have liked to walk across onto Griffiths Island, once the site of the whaling station, but due to it also being a muttonbird breeding area, it was a no-go area for dog.

Much of today’s exploring was in Truck, just driving around the streets, because the weather was showery and cold.

Tuesday’s tea was chicken curry and rice, using a bottled curry sauce. Wednesday we bought fish and chips from a nearby shop. They were far too fatty, and also too expensive.

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2011 Travels July 18


As we’d been able to stay hitched up over night, we were able to have a leisurely start to the day.

Walked Couey on the lake path before breakfast, then again after, to take some of the energy out of her.

The day was still cool, but clearing.

Continued west on the Princes Highway.

As we came into the outskirts of Warrnambool, the former Fletcher Jones factory was a landmark and we decided impulsively to go have a look at its current incarnation. Were able to park the rig in the street on one side of the establishment, and walk in towards the factory building through the impressive gardens. These, in themselves, made a worthwhile visit.

For many years, Fletcher Jones and Warrnambool were synonymous. In 1941, David Fletcher Jones set up there to manufacture good quality men’s trousers, adding women’s skirts a few years later. Being in the Western District, itself the home of fine merino wool, was an obvious fit for the venture. FJ’s became unique for a couple of reasons: not long after establishment, he turned the venture into a co-op with his staff, something that encouraged a strong work ethic and reinforced his emphasis on quality. To foster the latter came an insistence that all trousers bought from FJ’s were personally fitted for the purchaser.

Gardens at Fletcher Jones

The extensive, beautifully maintained gardens surrounding the factory were a tangible expression of the business ethos and the idea that the factory was a place for all the townspeople to be proud of.

Eventually, there grew to be 55 FJ’s stores, around Australia. But Sir David died in 1977 and the demand for good quality clothes  declined in the face of cheap imports from Asia. The company was sold out of the family in 1998, and the Warrnambool factory closed for good in 2005, an end that was common to a lot of once strong Australian manufacturing. However, the brand continued being made elsewhere.

The FJ gardens were Heritage Listed, which limited what could be done with the valuable highway frontage site. Eventually, the factory was made into a market, housing a variety of shops.

We wandered around, looked in some of the shops in the old factory building. There was an FJ outlet shop in the factory and John tried on some trousers, but decided he couldn’t find any that he really liked.

A second stop in Warrnambool was to buy a Subway lunch.

Not far out of the town, we crested a rise and the sea was visible on our left. Then to our right was the large crater lake that marks the Tower Hill volcano.

Since leaving the outskirts of Geelong, yesterday, we had been driving through the volcanic plains of the Western District, occasionally seeing in the distance volcanic peaks, like Mt Noorat. This volcanic region extends across into the southern part of SA, being particularly evident at Mt Gambier. It is, in geological history terms, an area of very recent volcanic eruptions, some “only” 5000-7000 years ago.

Volcanoes and lava plains of Western Victoria

Legends of the local aboriginal peoples tell of times of volcanic eruptions; it is certain that the people were well established in these parts in those times.

Unlike volcanic activity such as those in Japan, NZ or Iceland, that occurs where the earth’s tectonic plates are colliding, the reasons for these “new” volcanoes of the Western District seem more mysterious. They mostly seem to have been explosive eruptions due to hot molten lava meeting cold ground water – but I have not yet found an account of why that came about. Once such explosions created breaches in the surface crust, more normal eruptions of lava followed. Thus Tower Hill, formed by an explosion, then had little lava cones form inside the crater.

Rather scarily, modern science regards the whole area as dormant, or inactive, not extinct. Scientists are increasingly certain there will be more volcanic eruptions through the zone, possibly with very little advance warning. Somewhere, I read that – had modern instrumentation and monitoring existed back when the Mt Gambier eruption that formed the Blue Lake occurred – there would only have been warning signs two days ahead of the explosion. I’m kind of glad I didn’t know that during the years I lived in Hamilton – definitely in the volcanic zone.

As we drove past Tower Hill, I amused John by telling him of the time I brought my then young children for an outing to Tower Hill. We lived in Hamilton at the time, so this area was local. I left the kids in my Mini, with the front windows down to keep the car cool, while I went to get a walking map. The sounds of screaming children brought me back in a hurry. One of the emus that wander the place had decided to investigate, presumably thinking there might be food. A long emu neck stretches a long way in a small car and I had two terrified kids cowering down behind the front seats, trying to dodge out of the way of the beak. That tale entered the family folk lore, along with the time daughter was attacked by a pelican at the zoo…….but that’s another story.

I’d selected The Gardens Caravan Park at Port Fairy as a dog accepting park, away from the highway noise, located on a kind of peninsula between the Moyne River and the ocean. We liked the look of it and booked in for two nights, at $32.40 a night, after seniors discount. This was on the expensive side for an ordinary powered site, but the place was pleasant enough. At this time of year there were not many sites occupied, so the space around us was pleasant. It was not too far to walk to the amenity block. There were areas where we could give the dog a run off lead and a ball chase.

Plenty of room around us at Port Fairy

After setting up we went for a long walk to explore the large park and adjacent gardens. Then it was just the usual preparation of tea, followed by some TV. Could just hear the ocean at night.

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2011 Travels July 17

SUNDAY 17 JULY     HOME TO COLAC     200kms

We were on our way by 10am, having managed most of the preparations yesterday.

With a dismal weather forecast for the coming days, we’d abandoned the Great Ocean Road idea, and were going to head for its western end, directly. The day was cool with regular fairly heavy rain showers. Strong winds forecast to affect the coast did not impact too much on where we travelled.

We did not get far before being involved in a minor accident. We were stopped at the front of the line at traffic lights in North Croydon. When they turned green, we were slow to start off, as Truck always was on an uphill slope. John had it in low range, as was our normal practice. Apparently the driver behind us thought we were going to be faster and collided with the back bumper bar of the van; the car behind ran into his back.  Luckily for us, the bumper  was a solid structure and part of the solid Trakmaster chassis. Still, it gave us a jolt. We could see no damage to van. Exchanged details with the man who hit us and continued on our way, leaving the other two drivers to sort out their issues.

Travelled Eastlink, then through Carlton and on to the Geelong Road. Stopped at McDonald’s on the outskirts of Geelong for a coffee. Well, actually, a toilet stop – the coffee was an incidental bonus.

The Geelong Bypass road has made such a great difference for travellers, compared to what negotiating Geelong was like when we did it several times in 1998.

Took the Princes  Highway west, stopping at Winchelsea to eat the lunch I’d packed. The driving was pleasant enough, though not new territory to us. We were regularly overtaken by cars, not always in very safe places for them. It would be great when the highway was duplicated.

The Winchelsea lunch spot, by the Barwon River, was very pleasant. We walked Couey around, on her lead and she was quite at ease.

Booked into the Lake Colac Caravan Park. The powered en-suite site cost $30 for the night.

Colac site

I would have given the Park a moderate assessment. The cold and wet weather didn’t do it any favours.

Being by the lake probably made it attractive in good weather. We could walk the dog on the good network of lake side paths. There was no way she was going  off lead with the tempting lake water nearby! However, she did lunge at and manage to scarf down something by the path that later made her vomit. Not in the van, fortunately! Typical cattle dog – eat first and think later.

Our tea was the chicken pieces I’d pre-cooked at home, with some vegies.

The weather wrap up for today, on TV, confirmed that aborting the Great Ocean Road route had been sensible.


2011 Travels May to July


It was May 16 before I could get the cortisone injection in shoulder. Then, if it wasn’t better in a week, there were to be scans and xrays.

John needed regular blood tests, because he was still on Warfarin at this stage. They weren’t happy with his readings and wanted to test him again  in a week, but he negotiated that to two weeks, to allow the Broken Hill trip to be fitted in. He left on 17 May, overnighted with my daughter in Bendigo, reached Broken Hill on 18th, to find that his daughter wasn’t able to fit in seeing him until the next night. So he had an unexpected  motel stay and a “free” day to fill in. Then, after a stay of a couple of nights with daughter, it went pear shaped and he left in the late afternoon, arriving at Mildura at 9pm at night. I’d become concerned when I hadn’t received my usual early evening call from him, and phoned, just as he was arriving at a Mildura motel. He was home the next day. I had enjoyed my peaceful five day interlude. He had not enjoyed his trip….

The miracle worker cortisone did not fix my shoulder. The diagnostics showed damage to rotator cuff structure. To quote the technician who did a scan: “there’s a big black hole where there should be structures”. The front tendon was torn off whatever it should attach to, middle tendon was only a third there. So I guess the sore shoulder was legit! An appointment was made with an appropriate surgeon, for mid August. Busy man… Going to be an uncomfortable few months.

M travelled, from Freeburgh, across into SA and to Marree. Camping out at Mungerannie was cut short by a mouse plague, some of which got into the Troopy. She took the Birdsville Track north. Did a flight over Lake Eyre and Cooper Creek. Diamantina National Park was closed due to wet, so she couldn’t go there, made her way to Winton and Opalton, and by the end of May was starting to head south again. Then, mid June, she phoned to say she’d been involved in a collision out of Tamworth, at the corner of the Moonbi Lookout  road. A short hospital stay, with concussion and a dislocated shoulder, then RACV arranged to fly  her home. Initially, she thought the Troopy was a write off, and her sister drove her up to Tamworth to collect her stuff from it. Then, because it was a camper, and hence more valuable, NRMA decided to return it to Melbourne for a final decision by the RACV, and it was eventually repaired.

Couey continued weekly attendance at Saturday morning outdoor puppy school. Somehow, I got to be the one who had to get up early to take her. The separation anxiety had become evident and we were working on ways to mitigate that. She’d shown herself able to climb a nearly two metre high fence in order to stay with us!

Growing up and growing blacker – seven months old

By mid-July, we were ready for another short trip away. I’d been keen to travel the Great Ocean Road again, having not been along its entirety for almost forty years. A tentative plan formed, to do that, then perhaps explore some of the Limestone Coast area of SE South Australia. We would have to be back by early August for a friend’s 70th birthday party.

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2011 Travels May 6


John did the early morning with Couey.

Another mood of the Ovens River

Pack up took a while and it was just before 10am when we left.

M was going to spend the day browsing around the area, then meet up with friends for a weekend’s camping at nearby Freeburgh.

This time, we stayed on the road to Wangaratta until the Hume Freeway. It was better than  the way through Milawa that we’d taken, coming up.

It was a good run, and a nice day, but chilly. My enjoyment was lessened by the constant pain in arm and shoulder. Couey travelled well, but in her usual mode of getting down as low as possible. I didn’t think she was ever going to become a dog that wanted to look at the passing scenery.

We stopped in Yea and bought lunch from the usual bakery there.

Reached home about 2.45pm. Our flat tenant was surprised to see us, after such a short period away.

Unpacked all of Truck, and some of the van. That didn’t help the shoulder, and I was really tired by evening. All I wanted for tea was some chicken noodle soup. John was happy with that, plus some baked beans on toast.

He was now talking of driving to Broken Hill next week, after getting in some bowls at the weekend, seeming to think I could get my cortisone injection on Monday morning and then we could go together. I would prefer him to fly up – cheaper and easier, but he did not like that idea. I don’t think i could face the long stages of his planned trip to Broken Hill. For once, I was just looking forward to being quiet at home!  Rare for me to say something like that – I must be in a bad way…..

Although shorter than planned, the trip had been most successful in terms of introducing Couey to van life. We were really pleased with how docile and well behaved she was in camp – once out of the vehicle! Definitely going to be a good travelling dog.

I am going to be a perfect van companion…….

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2011 Travels May 5


I did the early morning shift with Couey. We walked to just beyond the highway bridge at Porepunkah – a good hit out. Couey was showing interest in paddling in the river. A couple of times she’d ventured a little way into the water, at a point where access was easy. I really didn’t want to encourage her to take to the water – caravans and wet dogs not being a great combination.

Great spot on the river for doggy paddles

It was the usual sort of autumn morning here – chilly and damp.

Left camp a bit before 11am, got to Myrtleford about 11.40. It was a really pretty drive, with the autumn colours of the trees.

Because we were early for our midday meet up, walked around the shops near the Buffalo Hotel. M bought herself a polar fleece jacket, on special at a men’s wear store. J and J phoned to say they were running a bit late, so we meandered around, reading the information boards relating to the town and district history. Really interesting – about gold rushes, tobacco and hops growing.

Old hop kiln buildings near Myrtleford

We had an enjoyable lunch at the Buffalo Hotel with J and J – and some nice local wine. I had calamari rings – very good. There was much talk. J had been making jams for the last year or so, and they were going to a lot of markets with those. She was, she said, doing very well with it. They would not be doing any  big trips up north any more, just shorter ones to nearer destinations.  They had bought a second hand Kedron caravan to replace the camper trailer they’d had. The van was big and heavy, but they loved it.

A very pleasant time was had by all. I think M enjoyed meeting J and J and spending time talking with them. Dog was very good – she slept under the table in the hotel courtyard for the whole time.

Back to camp, with a brief stop in Porepunkah for me to get milk.

Tea was eggs, bacon, tomato, potato slices.

After tea, I told John that I needed to go home tomorrow, not to Broken Hill. My shoulder was becoming very painful, constantly now. Caravan life in general seemed to be aggravating it. Also, since his most recent lung damage, John had become an increasingly loud and erratic snorer, and I was having to sleep on the sore shoulder to face away from the noise. Seems doctor was right about that cortisone injection!

John was not happy about this. I told him that, once I was home, he could go to Broken Hill – and it would be easier without the van, too.

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2011 Travels May 4


John had volunteered to do the early morning routine with Couey today, so I could sleep in. Nice of him. However, he needed to ask about things a couple of times, and was in and out of the van several times, so there was actually no hope of me staying asleep! I got up before they were back from the morning walk.

Son’s birthday. I sent him a text.

It was a lovely day, after yesterday’s rain had freshened up the place.

We drove into Bright and parked down behind the Visitor Centre, near the Ovens River.

Ovens River at Bright

Then walked across the nearby bridge and turned onto the Canyon walking track.

from tourism information – route of Canyon Walk

The Canyon is just that – where the river has cut a narrow little course through rock. It is neither all that deep, nor all that long, but made for an interesting walk, having seen historic gold mining activity.

Information board about historic gold mining in the area

Some of the sluice channels cut by miners remained.

The canyon section of the walk; southern track visible to left

M opted to do the full Canyon circuit, which returned her to Bright via the somewhat rugged track along the southern side of the Canyon. John and I opted to continue on to where the former railway bridge crosses the Ovens, and walk back to town along the Rail Trail. This was longer, but easier going.

One of the crossing points

John had Couey off lead for some of the time. She did really well, moving out in front of us a little way, but always watching us, and then running back to the last person to “check” them, before going back to the front. Interesting to see the herding instinct coming out, and being applied to people.

John needed to rest a couple of times on the walk. It really stretched him. We probably did bout 5kms.

Thoughtfully provided seats on the footbridge across the Ovens River

Encountered a man about to set out on a bike ride with a group of school children, from out of town. He commented on our “Smithfield” dog – rather a common error as they both have bob tails. After a bit of a chat about dogs and what we were doing, he invited us to go camp on his cattle property, down towards Cheshunt. He thought he knew the other John and his wife. It was an interesting offer, but I explained that we were planning to follow the Murray downstream.

Met back up with M in town and had a Subway lunch. I went to a gourmet butcher shop and bought some meat and sausages.

In Bright

Back to camp. Couey was worn out and slept all afternoon. I read, and sewed. John napped.

Later, new neighbours moved onto site. Another test for dog. She watched them arrive and set up, but didn’t bark or growl. She really is so good.

John had been thinking about our plans again. Never a good sign. Now, after catching up with the other John, he had decided we should go straight to Broken Hill. His younger daughter had recently moved there for work, and he wanted to visit her. Seemed work was going to take her to Sydney for several days, in twelve days’ time and John wanted to visit before then. He seemed to think we could comfortably get there in one or two days, clearly having no idea of the distances involved – and not wanting to hear any different!

This would put paid to the idea of a slow meander along the Murray, or staying longer in Bright, which I’d have liked. So, it looked like my pleasant holiday would be ending in a couple of days. I was not enthusiastic about the visiting idea. Based on past experiences, daughter would be busy and would have little time to spend with John. It would not be long before there was some sort of angry clash between them, and that would end the visit!

I made spicy marinated pork strips for tea, with potato and zucchini. M shared the marinade with me and we cooked the pork on the BBQ in the camp kitchen.

Phoned son and had a very pleasant chat with him. John phoned his namesake; there was some stuffing around about a possible meeting, but then John handed over to me. We arranged to meet in Myrtleford  tomorrow, for lunch. That got neatly around John’s idea of moving camp to Beechworth.

John phoned daughter. No answer, so he left a message. She often did not answer her phone if she did not feel like talking to him.

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2011 Travels May 3


The morning started at 6.40am for dog and me.

John was up a bit earlier than in recent days.

I’d hoped to do the Canyon Walk from Bright today, but John’s leg was playing up a bit. Since the  main vein got filled up with blood clots in February, he has issues with pain and tiredness in it. The specialist told him at the time that solidified clot material had permanently narrowed the  vein. Too graphic?

John wanted to make sure his leg was “saved” for bowls this afternoon, so I did the washing instead of doing a big walk in the morning. But after that was done and hung out, we did take dog across the swing bridge and for a walk on the track beyond it.

Footbridge over Ovens River near the caravan park

After John had gone off to bowls, there was some cloud build up, so I picked the washing in and draped it around the van to finish drying.

M, dog and I went for a walk across the bridge and to the cafe at Porepunkah. The big cloud build up had continued, and there was some thunder while we were walking. It did not appear to bother the dog – thank you, puppy school! After having coffees, we walked – fairly quickly back to camp, thinking ourselves lucky to get back dry.

Ovens River at Porepunkah

The rain set in later in the afternoon and continued into the night.

John put the ends onto the annexe to keep the area a bit drier. But the rain made things feel damp, and wet Couey’s outside bed, before we realized.

Tea was chicken thighs simmered in a jar of green curry sauce – a very mild one – with rice. The jar of simmer sauce was too big for us so M used some of it for her tea.

Again, early to bed for me, and John watching TV and on his laptop till later. I had been having some trouble sleeping, due to increasing pain in my injured shoulder, so felt tired much of the time.