Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
My dearest friend, The kid and I have just spent the most amazing 10 days staying at your house in Townsville. It occurred to me while I was soaking up the mid winter sun at your dinning room table that house sitting during your overseas trip have allowed me 3 of the 4 real holidays... Continue Reading →
One of the best nights of my childhood involved being on the side of the road somewhere near Yass in a Kombi with no headlights. I know that sounds like the start of a Stephen King novel but it gets better, I promise. It was 1983 and my mum and I were travelling from Orange... Continue Reading →
Most Saturdays, the Kid and I head to Bunnings for our weekend stroll around the garden department with big dreams of the changes we'll make at home. In the end, we usually leave with a cactus planted in a ceramic boot and a delicious sausage sandwich. The first Saturday of the recent school holidays was... Continue Reading →
The Prologue - I have never watched a show staring a Kardashian. I realise this seems like an odd thing to brag about but I offer it by way of an explanation. Although the kid and I are thrilled to be sharing our travel stories, we have no desire to have our own reality show.... Continue Reading →
For me, travel has always been intrinsically linked to music. It certainly wasn't due to the state of the art music system in the car I holidayed in as a child. On the contrary, In the late 70's when my travel memories began neither the Kombi, the Moke or the Datsun 180B that mum owned... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 