Well, that was a bracing start to the day. We woke up in Mukinbudin to a wind that meant business, having spent the night serenaded by shunting trains — okay, one train, but it made the most of itself, clanking and clattering about until it finally gave up and buggered off into silence around 10:30pm.…
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…
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…
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…
A light-hearted, slightly cynical meditation on what actually matters — from a country that’s genuinely pretty good at figuring this out, when it’s not distracted by jet skis. A meditation on what actually matters — from a country that’s genuinely good at this, when it stops to think about it. Here’s a thought experiment. Imagine…
A couple of weeks ago we stumbled upon Little Eeden Farm out in the gorgeous Shire of Chittering, that’s slowly going green with all the rain we’ve had, and we’ve been telling everyone about it ever since. Tucked away on Cook Road in Mooliabeenee, just out of Bindoon, this little gem is absolutely worth the…
Half the year gone. The road still waiting. Time to make a plan or at least point the rig in the right direction. Here’s a mildly alarming thought to go with your afternoon brew: in a couple of weeks, 2026 will be half over. Already. Gone. Vanished into the slipstream somewhere around Easter and a…
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