Today, I seemed to be caught in some netherworld between Tasmania and Queensland, a world of yawning, of washing load after load of camping laundry, of restocking the kitchen with food, of sifting thr...
Light rain overnight pattered gently on the tent at our campsite at Fortescue Bay, and we heard an unidentified critter sniffing at our thin-walled shelter in the night. Vilis cooked hot porridge for ...
In an about-face from the past five days of brilliantly sunny weather, the sky was cloudy with clear breaks over Melbourneās Tullamarine Airport when our Jetstar flight sped down one of the airportā...