Skip to main content

A new family member


Let me introduce you to the latest addition to our family - Lady Jeep.  She's moved in to replace the rather foolish Madam Tom Tom.

Lady Jeep speaks with a refined English accent and pronounces towns and road names properly but she is not without her quirks.  Unlike Madam Tom Tom she is perfectly happy to take us on dirt roads, even when they don't make sense.

Here she is guiding us through Toowoomba to Dalby where we intend to spend the weekend.

Comments

  1. LJ looks as though she comes in a perfectly new housing rather than just being perched atop the dashboard.

    When I toured the Victorian High Country recently, I did so in my friend;s quite new Subaru Outback which had a built in GPS like this. I call all GPSs 'Gloria', because of their sexy sounding voice, I found it missing a function that enabled us to track where we had been, not just where we were going.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Gloria ... I like mine to be title ladies.

      I don't think a tracking function would be much good for us. I have a habit of turning her off the minute she starts squarking "please take a u turn when possible" just because we off-track finding a Royal Hotel, public toiler or place to eat.

      Delete
  2. Replies
    1. Built is is certainly nice and convenient. But she has pretty poor knowledge of outback Queensland. I punch in some name and when she wants to take me somewhere several thousand kilometres away I figure she doesn't know the place I want to go to.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Coolibah?

Is that a Coolibah tree beside the abandoned house? Every Australian knows about Coolibah trees because the bush ballad Waltzing Matilda is nigh on our unoffical national anthem but most of us live nowhere near the inland where they grow. Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog -  My Bright Field  - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Brown streams and soft dim skies

I gave my husband a thick book on the history of Australian Art for Christmas. It documents just how long it took the artists to paint what they actually saw -- at the hands of early artists our wild Australian landscapes looked like rolling green English countryside. Today's photo has "that look" so I have referenced words from the poem describing England. It was Christmas Eve. We were camped by the Tumut River in the Snowy Mountains of NSW. A shady spot planted with exotic trees from the "old world" and with the soft burble of a swiftly flowing stream. Bliss after a hot afternoon drive. But the old world dies slowly, a hot roast for Christmas dinner followed by plum pudding is one of those traditions that just won't die. Knowing we were going to be on the move on Christmas Day we settled for having our traditional hot meal on Christmas Eve this year.