Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
A few years ago, just after the Kid and I had attending the funeral of a friend, we started a new family tradition. He was the kind of guy who made the most out of life. We were sitting at a red light after the service and the song that they had played at the... 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 →
On tour with the kid 