Six months. That’s how long Gingin held onto us, one appointment at a time, until the neuro review finally delivered the verdict we’d been angling for: pace yourself, but you’re clear to travel. Not exactly a starter’s gun, more a gentle nod — but after half a year in one postcode, a gentle nod is all we needed. Swoosh got packed, mirrors got checked, and we pointed east into the wheatbelt like we’d never left.
This spot holds a special place for us. We pulled up at the Gingin Caravan Park back in February, with Michael’s health taking a turn for the worse. It was as far as we got before a rush trip to hospital saw him diagnosed and admitted to ICU with Myasthenia Gravis — a condition we’d…
Australia’s famous landmarks get the postcards. The little towns get the stories. You know the ones. The sunburnt curve of a red dirt road, a servo with one bowser and three utes parked out front, a pub that’s been pouring since before Federation, and a showground where the loudest thing on a Tuesday night is…
If you’ve ever driven the long, red-dirt highways of central Australia, you’ll know how far apart things really are out there. A town might be three hours from the next town. A hospital might be a full day’s drive away, or more. For the people who live, work, and travel across these vast distances, one…
There’s a special kind of panic that hits when you first stand in the middle of your lounge room and try to imagine it all fitting into a van, a backpack, or a single storage unit. Every shelf, every drawer, every “I might need this someday” item suddenly feels like a decision you have to…
About now, we had planned to be through the Eyre Peninsula, the Flinders Ranges and well into the NT. Unfortunately it wasn’t on the cards after contracting a rare anti-immune disease. So we’re still hovering close to Perth until a neurology review in late July hopefully clears us to resume travelling. Of course, a less…
Australia’s farmers feed the nation and export produce the world relies on, yet the industry they sustain often runs on razor-thin margins, unpredictable seasons, and limited access to capital. When we talk about “supporting local,” it’s easy to picture buying from a farmers market on a Saturday morning. But the deeper story is about the…
A Personal Note · On Life & New Beginnings Retirement isn’t the closing chapter. It might just be the best one you’ll write yet. Let me ask you something. When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to? Not because the mortgage needed paying, not because the school run demanded it,…
After exhausting what feels like every bakery in Western Australia in search of the perfect pie, except maybe the Augusta Bakery, I was starting to lose hope. So many promising golden crusts. So many disappointing fillings. So much sadness. Then it hit me — the solution was right there in our own kitchen — Kay.…
Everyone’s got one. A reason, kept somewhere handy, for why not this time. Mine used to be the weather. Genuinely. The weekend’s storm reminded me that a spot of drizzle fell and suddenly I was a homebody with strong opinions about staying dry, in a state where “a bit of rain” barely rates a mention…
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