New directions

Isabel and I are finally packing it in.

We are cutting loose from nearly 50 years of suburbia and going bush; packing it all into a 16′ caravan and joining the army of roamin’ retirees around Australia, who enjoy getting together every night at 5 o’clock,  (ostensibly to compare travel notes)

What a wrench! Abandoning Italian lessons,  Pinot Gris and Grigio,  haggis and tatty scones, French baguettes,  the mastery of driving on the wrong side of the road — and tackling the Pilbara, the Kimberley,  the top-end and beyond.

Do think of us as we park our swag down by the billabong, ever hopeful of a jolly jumbuck happening by to shove on the barbie. Of Aerogard, red-earth gorges, stubby holders, fly nets, crocodiles, thongs, golden sunsets, king browns and yarning with the 5 o’clock visitors.