Skip to main content


After 1,500 kilometres we've reached the sea.    Oh dear, the caravan park looked like the nursing home was on holiday.  We've found the grey nomads.

As we are going to follow the coast for the next 1000 kilometers, I guess there is more of this to come.


  1. LOL.

    The trees look like something we have in pots in our living room.

    1. I was thinking the same thing ... those trees look like giant pot plants.

  2. I posted a photo of a pandanus tree too today!
    I just love them.

    1. I'm not sure if I like them or not. I notice your shot has fruit in it. I only saw one or two with fruit and found them fascinating but don't remember if I took a shot of not ... took soooo many photos on such a looooong trip.

  3. I discover the 'nursing home effect' whenever I go to the cinema during the day. But I am part of the problem, not the solution.

    1. It makes me pause when I make fun of the grey nomads when in fact I am just an apprentice of the same with just a few years left to go before becoming a card carrying member.

      But this particular caravan park had the more inactive type of nomad, people from the south just sitting in the sun not really adventuring. When we ventured out west I found the people more my type.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog


The tiny camera's tiny battery ran out so I went back to my reading. The note with the sculpture says "This bronze and copper sculpture contrasts a series of small human forms with the architectural weight of on oversize staircase. The artwork has a philosophical aspect by reflecting on the effect of reading on the spirit - 'the more I read the smaller I feel'." Crikey, I dunno about you but if reading made me feel like that I'd stop.

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.


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.