The first 334 clicks from Yanchep to Kulin were the longest we’d driven since January. Hauling a 5.5-tonne rig up hill and down dale takes constant concentration, and Michael’s neck and shoulders were wound tighter than a cheap guitar string by the end of it. Fair enough reason to park up in Kulin for two…

In October we needed to get back into life; and a month here volunteering gave us that chance. A paced workload in an otherwise relaxing environment. Over the years, every now and then someone asks us where to camp when you can’t be bothered with a six-hour drive but still want to wake up to…

Me being a fairly typical card-carrying Type A personality, I handle illness pretty much the same way I handle everything else: badly, and with a to-do list. Since slowly grinding to a halt and an eventual diagnosis last February, myasthenia gravis (MG) has been my constant companion.  It’s the sort of houseguest who never leaves,…

A quick heads-up: we’re pulling the handbrake for a month. No gigs, no servo sandwiches, no waking up in a different postcode every morning. Just a proper breather. Why now? Some of you know Michael now lives with myasthenia gravis, an autoimmune condition that makes muscles tire out faster than they should. It’s a bit…

There’s a special kind of tired that only touring people know. It’s the “we’ve seen the inside of too many dusty exhibit museums and servo pies” tired. So we did what any sensible pair would do: pointed the ute east, swapped the road for a farmstay, and promised each other absolutely nothing was on the…

Today was another one of those “light out over the hills” days. We’d been back in Gingin, chasing up medicos with reviews due and medications to update — the unglamorous but necessary side of life on the road. The last appointment was this morning, so we hit the road into Joondalup early: saw the ophthalmic…

Another travel day was on the cards today, little wind, low 20s forecast and bar those pummeled Wheatbelt roads it was looking good. The plan was a leisurely drive from Wyalkatchem through Dowerin, Calingiri, Bindoon and roll into Gingin; figuring we’d avoid the climb over the range. Nup. We needed a chemist and they’re few…

Joining The Dots: With No Direction Known We left Beacon today in heavy winds. If we weren’t battling them head on, they were trying their best to send us sideways, just for the challenge, you understand. The original plan was to settle in at the Mollerin Rock campground, but it was only half an hour…

Beacon. That’s the answer, for anyone keeping score at home. The forecast — and does anyone actually trust these things anymore? — reckoned on 32 degrees, howling wind, and rain. Charming. Bugger that, we thought. The last thing we need is to be wrestling a caravan across the Burakin–Wialki Road in a gale and ending…