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 →
There is a moment, when the door shuts to the outside world. The room is lit only by the flicker of candles on the table, the applause from the introduction quiets and an artist takes the stage. Even if you have listened to their music before, hearing someone live for the first time leaves an... Continue Reading →
For the kid and I, there is really nothing that compares to the fun of heading to a festival. It’s not even just the draw of the artists on stage. It’s about where we stay, it’s about the loud singing in the car and what other craziness we can fit in around work while we... 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 