This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.


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2018 Travels July 2

MONDAY JULY 2     MARONG

Our first house inspection was scheduled for 10am, so we needed to get going at an earlier than usual hour. This meant we were up at 8am, and encountered a first for us. In all our years of camping, caravanning and Coastering, had never before had our hose from the water tap freeze solid! A drip from the attachment at the tap end had frozen into a long, solid icicle. We were lucky that the hose itself had not split.

John phoned the agent for the house we had primarily come to see, to find out what new time had been arranged for our inspection. It seemed the message John had left for him had not been passed on, and the sellers had, over the weekend, accepted an offer. That was possibly a pity for us, and definitely for them, because two potential buyers might well have pushed up the price they got. I was disappointed because the place had certainly seemed interesting.

That left us with two arranged inspections, plus an address of another place found online that John wanted to drive past and look at; this one was being sold by the owner – no agent. All three were properties John had found online – even though they did not match the parameters he had earlier given me for such searching.

The first home – at 10am – was in the Maiden Gully area we both liked. The agent was the same man who had conducted the Open For Inspection we’d attended, earlier in the year – that had shown us what an owner should not do at such events. In this case, the owners were departing as we arrived, so we could look around in the agent’s presence, without them watching us.

I loved the place. The house ticked most of my boxes: modern, light, spacious, the right number of rooms. I’d have preferred wood floors instead of the tiles, but John tended to prefer tiles. It was on a fairly standard block in what had obviously been a housing estate some years before. All the houses along the street looked to be a similar age. This meant that the neighbours on each side were actually closer than those we had at Mt Evelyn – supposedly a real no-no for John. But he really liked it too, perhaps especially because he had found it online, rather than me. Of course, it had a large shed – imperative for him.

We left the agent and went driving to the fringes of Maiden Gully, where John wanted to drive past a place that was on a larger block, with a couple of large sheds and garage detached from the main house. The sheds were the attraction for him. It was more rural here, than suburban, with undeveloped land around and bush nearby. The fencing around the block was only a couple of strands of wire – not great to contain a dog. Fortunately, from my point of view, as soon as we drove past John decided it was not what he had in mind.

Our second agent led inspection was in the northern suburb of White Hills. Again, John had been attracted by the large block – room to build a large shed to supplement smaller ones already in place. Initially, he was quite tempted by this place. There was a large, older house at the front of the large block and he saw the potential to live in this whilst sub-dividing the block and building a new, better house on the back half – which had been part of the ad that caught his eye originally.

The house was quite strange. An original garage had been turned into the main living room, still complete with bare cement floor. The original passage to the bedrooms had been sealed off – why was unclear – so one had to walk through the kitchen and laundry to reach these. The laundry also contained the kitchen’s pantry. It was all a bit ramshackle.

Fortunately, John decided sub-dividing and building would all be too much hassle. I was so grateful that he’d dismissed the possibility, because the house was decidedly unattractive.

After a very quick discussion, we parked at the Bendigo Botanic Gardens in White Hills, phoned the first agent and put in an offer on the Maiden Gully house. It was not much lower than the asking price, because we had really loved the place, but was more the token initial offer one makes, expecting to then haggle a bit.

In our favour was that we would have the purchase money without needing to wait on obtaining finance. Against us was the fact that we would not be able to complete a purchase until mid October.

Took Couey and went for a walk in the very attractive Gardens. The freezing morning had turned into a beautiful sunny day, though it was not as warm as the sun suggested.

Botanic Gardens

Waiting – hoping – to hear from the agent, we couldn’t think of much else to do but to drive back to Maiden Gully, where John had noticed a bakery in the small cluster of shops there. Late lunch A pie and pasty for him, an egg and lettuce roll for me. We sat in the car, in the carpark, eating these – then the phone rang. The agent…

Our offer had been accepted. Just like that, we had a home to move into – three and a half months down the track. Apparently, the long period until settlement really pleased the sellers, who were going to build a new and smaller place, and so would have to rent a temporary home for a shorter time.

This would be ours…

It felt great to have that sorted out, and in just the area of Greater Bendigo that I really wanted to live – and at a price that would not break our budget.

We didn’t even have to go see the agent – all would be dealt with electronically.

We cruised back past “our place”, and then back to the caravan park.

It felt like we should be having some sort of celebratory festive dinner. The reality was that, after the late bakery lunch, all we wanted was a tin of soup and some biscuits and cheese.

Another freezing night was forecast. John disconnected the water hose as a precaution.


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2018 Travels July 1

SUNDAY JULY 1     HOME TO MARONG

We didn’t leave home until 11.30. This unhurried departure was because the weather forecast had predicted fog, so we would give it time to burn off – in theory. In practice, the day was sunny with blue skies and just a little cloud.

As we headed up the Great Dividing Range from Yarra Glen, the driver remarked “Where’s all that fog you were talking about?” Answer – as we topped the Range – “Up ahead.”

There’s the fog…

We descended into thick mist that persisted almost all the way to Bendigo. It actually made the drive, that we had done so many times before, very pretty and different.

Took a lunch break at Yea, where John bought himself a pie and pastie. I only wanted a coffee. I walked Couey around whilst waiting for John to come back from the bakery. It was bloody cold!

Still misty beyond Seymour

Lunch over, it was back on the road for the familiar run through Seymour to Heathcote, where my coffee lunch necessitated a comfort stop.

The drive around the fringe of the Bendigo CBD was easy in the light Sunday traffic. Arrived at Marong just after 3pm.

Back into the Marong Holiday Park – our favourite. After discount, paid $34.20 a night for our powered site – the en-suites had been booked out. The very helpful man who checked us in suggested that – at this time of year – we’d be better off on one of their mulched sites, rather than grass. We took his advice. The site allocated was actually two sites, which meant that we could drive straight through onto it – and that we had plenty of room. It was in the closest row to the camp kitchen and amenities, so we could not really have asked for more.

The night was forecast to be a really cold one. I had an old sheet and mattress protector in the Terios and used those to cover the outside front and rear windows of the car. I didn’t fancy having to scrape off ice in the morning.

Inside Bus, I put up the solar screens onto the front and side front windows, for insulation. This was a fiddly job, even after I detached the GPS and tyre monitor from the front window. The camera that lived up behind the rear vision mirror made it impossible to slide the screen right up to the top there, so it tended to come unstuck again. I needed several attempts, all crouched up like a contortionist, to make it stick,

Dog was not impressed. At night, she liked to sleep curled up on the front passenger seat where she could look out the windows and “guard” Bus from the marauding rabbits. It was not so much fun when she couldn’t see out.

It was nice and warm inside Bus, with the little electric fan heater going. However, it was a shock to the system to venture outside, whenever Couey indicated a call of nature. We are going to have to get used to the colder winter nights of Central Victoria.


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2018 Travels Mid 2018 (2)

MID 2018  (2)

After the long day trip to go house-hunting, with its obvious limitations, John decided we should take Bus and spend a few days viewing properties – going where the flow, or agents, took us.

To that end, Bus needed a service first. Not that we had done lots of kms since its last mechanical attention, but with it sitting unused for lengthy periods, I worried that things might go “off”. To my disappointment, found that the bus service establishment that was adjacent to Ventura in Knoxfield, now no longer serviced buses for the general public.

This brought to the fore another drawback of Coaster ownership, which I hadn’t realized back when contemplating buying one. It is not easy to find places and people to work on them. Many owners of motorhomes based on Coasters belong to the DIY fraternity, both in terms of doing the original conversion themselves, and then doing their own mechanical works. From what I had seen they were not always experts at either aspect.

When we bought our Coaster, I was determined that it be a professionally converted one, where I could be most confident about the quality of things like the plumbing, gas and electrical fittings, the overall balance of weight, and so on. But, just like it was increasingly hard to find professional converters, it was hard to find mechanics.

Good looking Bus

I sent out a plea for advice through a couple of online forums, and received from some different people recommendations to try FMA Car and Truck Repairs, in North Nayswater. That was just down the road – very convenient.

Bus duly went there. We were most impressed with the set up and expertise. Came home satisfied that Bus had been checked over thoroughly. Were not so happy, though, with the finding of a small radiator leak and the verdict that a re-core would be needed. However, there was not enough time to get that done before departure, so I bought some Stop-Leak – and hoped.

I also had the same place service the Terios… when you are onto a good thing. More bad news – new muffler needed, and CV joints on the way out. These would also have to wait until after the coming jaunt.

The agent we’d dealt with in Bendigo had booked an inspection of the unadvertised house he thought we’d like, for a Friday, but vehicle servicing had run us short of time, so John phoned to move the inspection to the following Monday. He wasn’t able to speak to the agent, but left a message.

After much online browsing, John also phoned another couple of agents, and organized inspections of places that looked possibilities.

With only a few days away planned, packing took minimal time. A few food items, the usual electronic gadgetry, the dog’s requirements, and the medications that must go everywhere with us, these days.


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2018 Travels Mid 2018 (1)

MID 2018 (1)

With the house sale process  out of the way, it was now time to think about heading back up to Bendigo to house hunt in earnest. With some three and a half months until we had to leave our old home, it seemed we had plenty of time to find a new place….

The sign says it all…

Being able to search for properties online made house hunting much easier than it once was. Go to one of the main sales sites, fill in some search parameters, and up pops an array of choices and information. All from the comfort of the study chair.

Given that John’s stated requirement was for no close neighbours and at least an acre sized block, that went into the search engine, plus wanting at least four bedrooms – well, we would be having family and friends to visit, plus we each needed a study.

I also contacted the main large real estate firms in Bendigo, by email, stating that we were looking to buy, and giving a broad indication of what we wanted. Only one ever bothered to contact me back.

A couple of Open for Inspections looked interesting, both on the same Saturday in very early July. Drove John’s Passat up there, for a long day trip to look at these.

The first place was not our dream property, but proved very informative, because it was on an acre of land. Suddenly, the reality of an acre hit home to John – much larger than he thought! Standing on the house verandah, surveying the expanse of ground beyond the immediate fenced yard, he asked me what one would do with it. I replied “mow it” – which was not how he envisaged spending his time. So, revise block size downwards – gladly!

A big back yard to mow!

The other home was interesting, in the very pleasant eastern suburb of Strathfieldsaye, but the shed was small and grotty and the yard shaded by large gum trees. However, that did give us direct contact with an agent, who listened to our wish list. He thought he might have something that would suit, a place that was for sale but not actually being advertised. He would have to contact the people to arrange an inspection and would get back to us.

This agent had told us the address, in Maiden Gully, of the place he had in mind, so we drove across town to have a look from the outside. It appeared a definite possibility – an older build, architect designed, somewhat unusual, and on a very good sized block in a quiet area.

On the same street were a couple of vacant blocks for sale – again, a very good size, and we sat in the car opposite these for a while, pondering the “build or buy established”  question.

 We headed back to Melbourne, with a lot to talk about on the way.

John decided to liven up the late afternoon by becoming sleepy and so getting me to drive. Nothing unusual there – except that the Passat was automatic, and I had only ever in my life driven a manual shift car. Quick lesson ensued, after which he was relaxed enough to doze off, while I proceeded, tensely, and a good deal more slowly than he would have been driving.

It was a long and tiring day trip.


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2018 Travels June 2018

JUNE 2018     SALE ACCOMPLISHED

Mid-winter is not considered a prime time to sell a house in Melbourne. But we had needed time to prepare it for sale – and probably more time because John wanted to do the work himself rather than hire professionals. I was conscious that the Melbourne market had probably already peaked, and was starting to fall, so we did not want to wait until spring.

Our agent friend and his team went all out, holding some open for inspection events, and scheduling a number of private inspections.

After the experience we had at an inspection in Bendigo, back in March, when the owner was present, we had determined we would not be such an inhibiting presence, so took ourselves – and Couey – off to the Lilydale Lake every time, sometimes at short notice! Couey had never had so many walks in such a short period.

We had to keep the home constantly ready for visitations, which meant being much tidier than came naturally. I vacuum cleaned the carpets every morning – definitely not normal…

Ready for inspection…

We had asked our agent to try to get us a sale settlement period of at least 60 days, thinking that this would give us time to find and purchase our new home, without too much pressure. Way back, we had purchased this house before we married, and before we both sold our existing houses, and then been caught with an extended period of very costly bridging finance in a falling market. This was not going to happen again!

After only three weeks on the market, we accepted a purchase offer. Even better, the couple was going overseas that same week, for three months and so did not want to settle on the sale until mid October. That would give us lots of time to visit Bendigo and find a really suitable new home, without being under pressure, we thought.

October 19 was set as the sale finalization date.


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2018 Travels March to June

MARCH – JUNE 2018   TREE CHANGING IS HARD WORK

If we were really serious about this move, it was time to get really serious!

I was fortunate that a former student who was also a friend now headed up a major local real estate company. He visited, gave us advice and arranged for his stylist to come and add her opinions about what was needed. In some ways it was ironic that improvements I’d wanted for ages now came about – just because we were going.

For years, the pathway outside the back door had been an area where work was needed to improve drainage in heavy rain and then re-pave. Finally, with the help of a friend of John’s, holes and trenches were dug, a drain pit installed, pipes laid and the path put back down.

This had needed doing for years…

Couey thought all this hole digging was a new form of dog games and just had to “help”.

This is a new game…

I chose to use Allied Pickfords as our removal company, mainly because they were used by the government when relocating diplomatic and other official staff overseas. Hence John’s daughter had experienced several moves by them and had been happy with their service. We found their quotes, both for interim storage and ultimate removal, were reasonable. Even more important, they would be able to cope with moving all John’s woodwork machinery, some of which was bulky and heavy – using a specialist sub-contractor. This would be harder than it first sounds as access to the shed was not straightforward.

After the rear landscaping, John got busy repainting the kitchen and living areas. For ages, I’d found the blue walls – not my original choice – rather depressing, and the stylist had agreed. So a warm pale peach colour was applied – big improvement.

Painting the living room

John was not looking forward to the big job of repairing and painting the rather old wooden front fence, whose main uprights had been the targets of cockatoo and galah forays, pulling bits off them, searching for grubs. I wondered if we needed a front fence at all? So we pulled it out and were quite pleased with the fence-less appearance of the place.

Look – no fence!

Completely of his own volition, grandson decided to try to grow us a replacement for our large and prolific lemon tree, to take to our new home. He retrieved some fallen lemons that were starting to sprout shoots, carefully planted and tended these over a period of months. His efforts did not result in a viable tree, but the thought was a wonderful and caring one.

Looking after little lemon trees

Major de-cluttering was needed before our home was ready to display. We had lived here for 27 years after all. It was time to be quite ruthless. No more of “it might come in handy one day”. Would I really need those several very large flower vases that had been wedding presents? All those travel books about places like the Gulf Track and the Kimberley could go to the young man across the road, who was gearing up to go adventuring – we would not be revisiting such places. Grandson received the large and assorted collection of shells that I’d picked up on far-flung beaches, over the years of travel. The clean out was actually quite cathartic – maybe something that should be done every few years?

Sorting through the shell collection

Belongings that we wanted to keep, but which would not enhance a minimalist look in the house, and which we could do without in the short term, were packed and taken off for storage, in Round 1 with the removalists.

De-cluttering

That did not include anything from John’s shed! Boxes and bags of items were taken to local charities and the Diabetes association came and collected a small truckload of our surplus. Some things were good only for the tip.

About to go to storage…

In a sign that the move was meant to be, our long standing, increasingly frail tenant of the granny flat decided that she could no longer manage on her own and gave notice that she intended to go and live full time at the ashram community she had been spending weekends at. So a tenant would not be an issue for any purchaser.

Dog not happy about all this change…

Finally, the place was ready to sell. Photos and a video were taken, the agent brought his local sales team to familiarize themselves with it. The Sale board was erected at the front – I think that was when the reality finally hit us.

After months of hard work


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2018 Travels March 22-29 (3)

MARCH 22-29     HOME TO MARONG AND BACK (3)

We left the caravan park at 9.45am for the return trip home.

Marong en-suite site

It was the Thursday before Easter, so we were expecting the meet the usual exodus of traffic from Melbourne.

Only a couple of hundred metres from the park, a loud alarm sounded. After the usual “what’s that” panic, worked out that it was the tyre pressure monitoring system (TPMS) we’d installed a few years back. I had wanted it so we could monitor the tyres on the Terios when it was being towed behind Bus. John had put sensors on the Bus too, but they’d caused all sorts of problems and had been abandoned, with John telling me it was all a waste of money. Today, he conceded that the system had proved its worth! Without it, we would probably have ruined an almost new tyre on the Terios, and had it blown out, may have damaged the car as well.

A rear tyre on the Terios – that he had suspected a while ago of having a slow leak – was registering 15 instead of the required 26.

We found a place to safely park beside the road and John got set up to re-inflate the tyre: new air compressor out and attached to Terios battery, assorted hoses and gauges all came into play.

Unfortunately, the label on the part that attached to the tyre was in French. John belongs to the operating style that resorts to instructions only after all else has failed. In this case, he couldn’t even read the instructions!

The air compressor ran noisily. Eventually he realized that the tyre was deflating further, not going up. More fiddling about ensued, while compressor ran on. John tried applying different end bits to the hose – most of which didn’t seem to fir anything we could see. Maybe there are different standard sizes in France? The bargain portable compressor was not looking such a bargain, right about now.

Eventually he gave up and we proceeded to change the now very flat tyre for the spare. We’d never had reason to use the Terios jack before and discovered that it was a tedious little piece of gear that took forever to wind up, half a turn at a time. Ditto to wind down again, after the wheel change.

It was 11.30 when we got going again. Nearly two hours taken….some frayed tempers….

Driving towards home, we discussed keeping a bottle style jack in Terios – much faster to use. John promised to sort out the operation of the air compressor – before it was needed again! I thought back to the built in air compressor that we’d fitted to the old Defender, with its reserve air tank, and wondered if there was room somewhere in the Terios to get one of those? Over the years, we’d had ample practice at using the Defender one.

After Heathcote, we began passing lots of oncoming traffic, as holiday makers headed north for Easter. The effects of slower caravans on the traffic was obvious, especially when there were several in line. At times, there would be a tail back of vehicles for more than a km. This was particularly bad in the stretch between Seymour and Yea, where there are mots of bends and few places to overtake. We were pleased to be going the other way.

By the time we were going over the Divide and down towards Yarra Glen, it was mid afternoon and the oncoming traffic was quite constant.

Stopped as usual at Glenburn to refuel, where there was easy access. $1.347cpl.

In our street, we went through the usual routine of stopping by our drive to unhitch the car on the flat, before taking Bus up into the sloping parking bay.

When I went to start the car to put it away…nothing! Dead lights and a slight groan from the starter. I cursed the bloody air compressor – and John for running it off the car battery for so long while he fiddled about with hoses and fittings. Clearly, it had pretty well flattened the battery, and whatever juice had been left had probably expired while being towed, with the Accessories function having to be on so the steering is unlocked. However, this alone should not have been a problem – we have towed the car like that all day, at times, and the battery has been fine.

So – call to the RACV. By the time they arrived we had Bus unpacked and most stuff put away in the house. The service man got the engine running, but his checks showed the battery was now on its last legs, so we bought a new one from him. The old one had been in the car when it was bought in 2012, and I didn’t know how old it was then, so couldn’t really complain.

Quite a few lessons learned today!

Dog oblivious to the dramas…

Just to cap it all off, when I first opened the house, there was a dove flying around inside! It was rather frantic to get out and eventually flew out one of the doors I opened – but not before leaving assorted feathers and other mementoes behind. Judging from those leavings, it had been inside for days and perching mostly on the top rail of the vertical blinds in the family room. Luckily for it, there had been a bowl of dog water in that room. I remembered that I’d arranged for friend M to come last weekend to fill the bird baths, water the pot plants plants and pick herself a good quantity of the figs ripening on our tree. Turned out she;d forgotten to bring a bag for the figs, and used her house key to come in and get one, leaving the house open while she picked fruit. The bird must have decided to explore then and become shut in – four days ago.

I have had better days!


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2018 Travels March 22-29 (2)

MARCH 22-29     HOME TO MARONG AND BACK (2)

We spent our week here exploring the Bendigo region, getting a feel for the areas we might like to live.

Bendigo began as the scene of gold rushes, in the 1850’s. Mining followed the creeks and gullies. Other facilities, such as police encampments, early shops, grew up around the mining areas, in an ad-hoc way. As the nature of the mining changed from the alluvial, easily found shallow gold to the deeper reef embedded gold, so the growing settlement became aligned to the NW-SE trend of the gold bearing reefs. Little “suburbs” emerged, separated by big tracts of mines and huge mullock heaps, amongst them Sailors Gully, California Gully, Long Gully, Ironbark, Golden Square, Kangaroo Flat, Deborah Triangle. Even today, most of the older suburbs of Bendigo have vacant ground between them, occupied by mining heaps and regenerated bushland around old mines.

The suburbs of Bendigo

The central business area of Bendigo grew apiece, north and east of the main mining areas, and with a more orderly layout. The massive wealth generated by gold mining is evidenced by the beautiful, ornate old buildings dating from the later 1800’s, that make the present day city centre so interesting.

In more recent times, there have been some housing estates built on infill sites in some of the older mining suburbs, like Golden Square, but mostly development has simply occurred on the outer fringes and moved progressively outwards, leapfrogging the old waste ground and pockets of State Forest. The effect of this is strangely attractive.

The newer, leafier outer suburbs appealed most. We wanted a modern house, for starters. Although there were housing developments close in, like in Golden Square, our preference was to avoid the areas that might sit on top of old mining tunnels. That was something we both agreed on, along with John’s need for a large shed, and a place to park the Bus.  Beyond that, we differed. John had visions of acreage, fruit trees, chooks, big vegie gardens, no neighbours within cooee. Suburban and manageable featured in my dreams.

That’s MY bed!

During the week we cruised in all directions around Bendigo, drove past some of the properties advertised in the local paper. We were debating whether to buy land and build, or purchase a pre-loved home, so visited a couple of estates and sets of display homes.

We even attended one Open for Inspection in the Maiden Gully suburb. We were the only attendees. I loved the modern, large, light-filled home, but there was only a small shed and no place to park Bus. However, the experience was instructional in that the lady owner was present through the whole time and clearly hampered the presentation of the place by the real estate agent, and made us feel quite self-conscious. After, we resolved that, when our place was being inspected, we would make ourselves totally scarce.

Despite that, we both liked Maiden Gully, which still had a “bushy” feel and where there were frequent sightings of pairs of Eastern Rosellas flying about.

Had a very pleasant meal one evening, with daughter and family, at the nearby Marong Hotel, which did really interesting food. Their Fishermans Basket was very generous – fish, a couple of prawns cooked in charcoal infused panko crumbs, scallops, the tenderest calamari, chips and salad. Delicious and more than I could eat. The pork belly pizza that another member of the group had was innovative, and, apparently, good eating.

One morning there was a really unusual and threatening cloud formation across the sky, not like anything I’d seen before.

Threatening sky over Marong

Eventually, there was a little rain.

Will it rain?

From the park location by the Calder Highway, what really stood out was the sheer volume of truck traffic. The park itself was set far enough back from the road for the traffic noise to be there in the background but not intrusive. At night, from Bus, we had an outlook across a paddock to the highway and the constant procession of lit-up semi trailer trucks. Yet, there was a railway line through Marong to parts north and west. In the week, we neither saw nor heard any rail traffic. This State so needs to re-examine its infrastructure priorities which seem to be almost exclusively focussed on Melbourne and building yet more freeways and tunnels for road traffic.

Overall, the week was useful in firming up some ideas and helping John realize the variety of localities of the city.


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2018 Travels March 22-29 (1)

MARCH 22-29     HOME TO MARONG AND BACK (1)

Set off at 12.30 on a hot and sunny day.

The journey followed our usual route from the eastern suburbs: through Yarra Glen, Yea to Seymour. For once, John negotiated the Yarra Glen roundabouts without taking a wrong exit.

We needed a brief stop at Yea in order to tape shut the fridge door which had yet again opened of its own volition. Really do need to sort out some sort of better fastener for it.

Just after Yea came up behind a Victorian registered Galaxy caravan. One of those drivers who travelled slowly where there were double white lines, then speeded up as soon as there was any possible passing area. He didn’t have decent side mirrors either, so maybe simply drove without taking any notice of what might be behind him.

Lions Park Seymour

A late lunch stop at the Seymour Lions park saw dog disgrace herself, yet again. She has the ability to unerringly find pools of muddy, stagnant water, from a great distance. John’s faith that she will come back when called was again unfounded. Actually, she did come back – eventually. He had let her off the lead to have a ball chase and use up some energy. She took the opportunity to wallow in the only puddle in the otherwise dry creek. Wet, muddy, totally happy, very smelly dog resulted.

Dog in disgrace

The country was very dry. We saw almost no livestock. It had been a long time since there had been useful rain in central Victoria. We would perhaps not be seeing the Bendigo area at its best, but that could be a good thing as dry conditions are more the norm than the rule in those parts.

Dry country

Leaving so late meant that we caught the tail end of the school traffic as we followed the GPS dictated route through Bendigo, which basically just skirted the edge of the CBD. If this was what passed for heavy traffic up here, I’d take it any day. Around Bayswater and Lilydale it would be considered light!

We set up at the Marong Caravan Park where we had stayed before. Marong is kind of an outer suburb of Bendigo these days, with some new housing estates being built.

I had not been able to secure an en-suite site for the whole week, so our first three nights were spent on a very pleasant powered site, actually two sites being treated as one large drive-through site. It was close to the amenity block and the excellent camp kitchen and there was plenty of room for dog on her tether rope. It was relatively easy, after that, to relocate to an en-suite site for the next four nights. Our week cost $264.60, after discount.

On site at Marong

The park was increasingly busy in the lead-up to the Easter break. This provided us with some interesting spectating.

There were several caravans of brands I’d not seen before, including one new-looking off-road style van, predominantly bright orange in colour. It would certainly be hard to discreetly camp in the bush in that one – no blending in with the surroundings. On the other hand, it would be hard to get lost, coming back from the loo in a caravan park…

We watched one caravanner who had to go negotiate a change in site, because he didn’t feel able to back his 24 foot van onto the site he’d been allocated. I thought it was a perfectly adequate site. His next one was not much different and he had to enlist the help of one of the park staff to get onto that.

Another new arrival, onto a drive-through site, cut the corner too finely and his van had a too-close encounter with some tree branches.

Then there was the very new-looking large caravan, with a slide-out extension at the side. The owner obviously wanted to maximize their outside living space, so parked right at the side of his site, before extending his slide-out. It was just bad luck for other park patrons that this then blocked the adjacent path to the central amenities area. Actually, in the dark, there was a real risk of someone walking into it.

Another new arrival got set up, then insisted that park staff prune some branches from a willow tree that was hanging beside his site – immediately!

The travelling public can really be an ugly beast, some of the time.

Watching these various antics over our time here, had me wondering how many would-be travellers visit the caravan shows and select their new treasure, with lots of interior space, all the bling, and no thought to practicalities like towing the damn thing – and fitting it onto park sites?


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2018 March

MARCH

This late-month sojourn away in Bus was somewhat different to our usual travel. Its purpose was to investigate the real estate scene in Bendigo.

We were seriously considering fleeing from “Marvellous Melbourne”. In the parlance: Moving to the Country. Doing a “tree change” – though in our case, more of a tree re-discovery.

Our outer Melbourne home

Even in our outer suburban area, 38kms from the CBD, traffic congestion had become an unpleasant reality. Recently it took me forty minutes to drive the 5kms from home to the centre of Lilydale, at 4.30pm on a weekday. That was now normal. I’d had a medical appointment at Vermont, some 20kms away, at 9.30am. I left home at 8am – and was still late!

The outdoor car park at the Lilydale Marketplace shopping centre now needed commercial traffic controllers at busy times!

The volume of large truck traffic on our local roads was fearsome, and their driving styles often intimidatory.

Our once pleasant Hills street had fallen victim to unit style redevelopment. Blocks of four units were replacing the old homes and their established gardens. These units, in the interests of building cheaply and maximizing profits, provided only one car parking space each. But most owners had two vehicles, so the second one would be parked out in the narrow, dead-end street. Once all the commuters were home in the evening something the size of an ambulance or fire truck would not be able to get through to our end of the street.

Our narrow street

So many large old trees had been felled to make way for housing. Our neighbourhood was pleasant no more.

Daughter had lived in Bendigo for over a decade, and through visiting her family, we had become familiar with the city. Its scale, and the overall manageability of life there had come to seem more and more attractive. It was large enough to have a range of essential services (like a Bunnings store for John) and offer a variety of activities – for that, read several bowls clubs, ditto. The place seemed to have an exciting, dynamic aura these days.

I had been wanting to relocate for a couple of years, now. John had not been interested, until recently. The work of clearing and packing his shed was a significant deterrent to him.

It seemed that now the first part of my challenge had been achieved – getting him keen to move. The second part was to convince him of Bendigo’s desirability as a tree change destination. I knew the area better than he did, so on this trip we would be exploring a variety of suburbs and localities.

Bus had not been refuelled since we were in Lakes Entrance, last year, so John took it off to our local servo where diesel was $1.279cpl.