‘It has a chalky finish, plenty of fruit on the palette and without the big acidic notes you get with some wines. Also a hint of ginger there, it’s very subtle, a complex drop’. We are at Skillogalee in the Clare Valley and Ian and I are sampling the goods while Emma distracts Amy and Oliver outside amongst the vines. Continue reading “Day 122-125 A taste of the good life”
Never mind Nick the Informative Fisherman, we have Ian the Informative Grandfather Fisherman! What I like best about the Ian version is that he is so much more hands on than Nick. Ian drove all the way from Canberra to be with us for a start!
After meeting up with Ian in Port Lincoln I told him how much Amy, Oliver and I were looking forward to having an expert fisherman around. Ian’s reply… ‘oh alright let me know when one shows up’. Too modest, cause our fishing tally since his arrival has leapt from 1 rock cod to 3 king george whiting, 2 flathead and a tinsy weeny little flounder. Of course only one of these was large enough to keep and that poor fellow made for a very tasty entre. Continue reading “Day 118-121 Ian THE Informative Fisherman”
There is a lot to keep track of when travelling by caravan, especially with children. Not only do children leave things places you wouldn’t expect, they can also be blamed for distracting their parents enough to cause them to forget things also. Then there are times I suppose we adults are just a bit hopeless.
We have considered that based on the number of ‘outings’ or ‘trips’ we have done while travelling we may actually be ahead of where we’d be if we did the same number from home say over two years….
So far we’ve lost:
Oliver’s drink bottle – Mindel Markets, Darwin NT
Oliver’s hat – Ubir Rock, Kakadu NT
Amy’s drink bottle, Victoria River Roadhouse, WA
Greg’s sunglasses, Derby rodeo WA
Kids shovels, Kalbarri caravan park playground, WA
Bolt from drainage hose holder under caravan, Karrijini NP, WA
Package of mail from Canberra, somewhere between Canberra and Fremantle
Razor, Esperance caravan park, WA
Emma’s red jumper, SW WA somewhere
Not too bad for 16000+ kms and 115 days or so I suppose.
8 itchy feet 