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A room with a view (In the Outback)
“A room with a view”
“The Landy” at Ourimperee Waterhole, Currawinya National Park, Australian Outback…
And not another soul within coo’ee, well apart from TomO, that is.
Can you spot where he is? Click on the photo to enlarge!
Photo: Baz, The Landy
Colours of the Australian Outback (Sunset)

Sunset at Cullayamurra Waterhole, Outback Australia…
Photo: Baz, The Landy
The Ruins (Timeless)

“The Ruins” parched by an outback sun…
Diamantina National Park, Outback Australia.
Photo: Baz, The Landy
A Weapon of Mass Destruction (The Fantastic Plastic Card)

Regular visitors to my much rambling blog will know that apart from trying to climb mountains, and run around the bush with a back-pack, that we frequently get “Out and About” in a four-wheel drive vehicle.
A Landrover Defender that co-incidentally goes by the name of “The Landy”. A vehicle that you’ve got to love, even if it is too slow to keep worms in a tin.
Janet is suggesting you go and grab yourself a cocktail to sip on, after all it is approaching the cocktail hour, and she knows too well I can be Harry-have-a-chat, you know, the sort of bloke that can talk under wet cement with a mouthful of marbles.
Um, I see you made yourself two, good, it is nice to have company.
Strewth, you’re going to drink them both?
Anyway, where were we?
Oh, yes, and don’t we love “The Landy” as it gets Janet, TomO, and me “Out and About” in the Australian Outback, soaking up the big blue sky country.

Recently, around the camp fire with “Bluey and the Boys”, the conversation got around to the money we spend on our toys.
A self-confessed newbie to off-road travelling and touring posed the question…
“What should I buy and how should I equip my vehicle”…
Crikey, these types of questions are welcomed around the camp-fire as it means at least another couple of beers while answers are given and debated, and besides there is no such thing as a silly question.

Janet is hovering a bit and has just suggested silly questions are highly probable if it involves, four-wheel drive vehicles, beer and boy’s around a camp-fire.
But this question got me thinking that perhaps it is asked the wrong way around.
I thought, how much better our bank balance would be money one could save if the question was turned around to read…
“What equipment shouldn’t I buy?”
An often held view is that today’s modern four-wheel drive vehicle needs to be optioned up and fitted with all kinds of after-market gadgetry.
In reality, late model examples of the most the popular brands, including Toyota Land Cruisers, Nissan Patrols, and heaven forbid, Landrovers , yes I have two Defenders, are quite adequate straight out of the box, right off the showroom floor.

The vehicle after-market parts industry would have us believe that a five-inch lift, winch, diff-locks, a bull bar big enough to push over a small building, and an over-haul of the suspension system is required…
And that is just to get you down the front-driveway to the gate of your house!

But strewth, the reality is quite different, and a slightly different approach could have you banking cash to spend whilst on a trip, or something to put away for the next.
Whoops, Janet is still looking over my shoulder…
Yes I’m hearing you sweetie… or that new dress!
Mind you, after that big event you went in whilst in London recently, you remember shop till you drop, will mean “The Landy” won’t be getting any new gadgets for at least another week a long, long time.
Crikey, when it comes to vehicle modifications I reckon you’d be best to just go out and enjoy the country and “suck it and see” on any short-falls you might find.
So I tossed this little list of “things you can do without” into the discussion around the fire…
Bull bars, nice to have, but adds a lot of weight to the front-end almost guaranteeing you’ll need a suspension upgrade.
And yes, I know your uncle lives out at whoop, whoop and he hits a “kangaroo-a-week” and no doubting he needs one.
But I have never hit one in years of travelling the outback.

A Winch… no Bluey, I said winch, so watch your tongue and go and grab yourself another beer…
Well if you get a bull bar, a winch is a great accessory to adorn it.
But really, unless you actually “intend” to go into areas where it is almost guaranteed to be required, than save your money.
Many want to add it for insurance, just in case, and it usually dies from under-use.
A suspension upgrade – crikey, this can be a tricky one, if you have wasted spent money on the first two then you’ll probably need to chuck some money at this as well. Besides, your Toyota Prado will look great in traffic driving across the Sydney Harbour Bridge, head and shoulders above everything else.

But if you can drive with caution and approach obstacles carefully, and not like you’re in the Paris to Dakar rally, you might get away with the stock standard system that was fitted to the vehicle when you drove it out of the show room.

Communication radios – okay, if you like colourful language and you’re as lonely as a country dunny, it might be a useful addition to an already cluttered dashboard.
Otherwise, if your wife blushes at the thought of a four-letter word, or you have got three kids strapped in the back, then save your money, you can do without it.
If you keep a look out the front windscreen you’ll probably avoid most vehicles coming the other way, after all seeing is believing, or so they say!
Although, come to think of it, if you have got three kids in the back, it might make a change from the “are we there yet” whine.

Power and Engine upgrades – strewth, isn’t that the beauty of modern motor vehicle engines that use computer technology.
You can just plug a few leads in and spend lots of your hard earned cash tweaking something the vehicle manufacturer and its engineers’ spent tens of millions of dollars on ensuring was the best combination when they made it.
Sure, if you want to tow a caravan half-the-size of a Hollywood Mansion behind you, or you have a need to cover the breadth of Australia in record time, then I can see you might need it…
But hey, don’t get me wrong, there are people out there doing chip-upgrades and they need a retirement fund, so live in the knowledge you’ll be making it a more comfortable retirement for them.
A Fridge – hell, this is heading into dangerous territory, after all how do you keep Janet’s wine TomO’s milk refrigerated without it?

Back in a ‘sec, Janet has just suggested that it would be best if I went to the fridge and get her a top up from that lovely bottle of Hunter Valley Chardonnay she has almost knocked off bought the other day.

Dual Battery System – well, if you need a fridge to keep things refrigerated then you’ll need a second battery to run it, and perhaps a couple of beers to get you over the bill when it comes in from the auto-electrician.
Roof Rack – have you ever lifted one of those things, they’re usually pretty heavy if you want a good one and another reason you’ll probably need a chip-upgrade and better suspension.
But if you can leave a few items at home, like three-quarters of the things that Janet tries to stuff in “The Landy” you think you’ll need, then you may be able to say no thanks to your local four-wheel drive warehouse, I’ll not be needing one.

Spot Lights – the bigger the better, after all if you’re going to spend money on those shiny things that go up front, you might as well get a pair that would spot a Spinifex Hoping Mouse at three miles.
But many of the people I see with them on the front of the vehicle are tucked up in bed at one-minute-past-sunset, which sort of makes them a bit redundant…
Um, the spotlights that is.
But hey, what better way to let someone into your wallet again.
Anyway, I hope you’re still around and not rolling around on the floor somewhere as I can see you finished off those two cocktails…
See, reading a long rambling post does have its merits.
So what makes me an expert anyway?
Yes, I heard you whispering!
A four-wheel drive named “The Landy” that is full of gadgets, and an empty bank account to go with it…
Hey, and good luck out there, wherever there is!
Come on, you can relate to this can’t you?
After all you don’t need a four-wheel drive to whip out that “Fantastic Plastic” and do some damage with that “Weapon of Mass Destruction”…
Photos: Baz, The Landy
You’re doing what? (Seriously)

Crikey TomO, how do you do that, you know, levitate!
He’s only been a teenager for a couple of months, and already he’s messing with our heads!
If only he tidied his room with the same energy…
Seriously…you’ve just got to love them,
What do you think?

Photo’s: Baz, The Landy, and Janet (Planet)
Winter by the beach (In Australia)
How is this for a glorious winter’s day by the beach.
Strewth, you might just be left wondering is it really winter?
Janet, TomO, and I packed “The Landy” with some picnic goodies and headed down to the Royal National Park, just to the south of Sydney.
And we stopped by the spectacular Coalcliff Beach for a cup of tea, expertly brewed by the Queen of the tea pot, Janet.
What a great place for a cuppa, hey?
Photo: Baz, The Landy
G’Day Mate (Polly wants a cracker)

A lazy Saturday afternoon down by the lake with Janet, a cup of tea in hand watching the sunset…beautiful (and so is the sunset 😉 ).
Oh, and a couple of hundred cockies flying around.
A bit unusual to see so many here…
You just wouldn’t be dead for quids!
photo: Baz, The Landy
Pop on over (I’ll Chill the beer)

For the benefit of those not in the know Australia has six states and two territories that make up our Great Southern Land.
For sure we could have a lot more like the United States of America, but hell we’re flat out counting to ten, let alone trying to name 50-States.
Hey, where are you going, don’t worry this isn’t some kind of history lesson.
Alright, grab a beer or a wine if you like, but hurry back, and don’t go wasting your time googling how many States America has, it isn’t that important.
So picking back up, having an unbiased view, of course, there is one State that shines above all, Queensland, the Sunshine State.
Yep, we’ve got the barrier reef full of colourful fish…
You remember Nemo don’t you?
Of course you do, a couple of fish that talk, a few turtles swimming down the East Australia Current, and who could forget Dory, and that great quote of hers?
“Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you’ve gotta do?”
Anyway…
Rainforests that roll from the mountains to the reef…
You’re looking for pictures aren’t you?
Well, I’m teasing you, you’ll have to come on over and snap a few for yourself.
Here, I’ll toss you a bone…

Anyway, we’ve got the warmest people that you could ever meet and whose each and every sentence ends with, hey.
I’m still talking about Queensland, just to be sure…
And hey, don’t get me wrong, the rest of Australia is pretty darn good mind you, just not as good.
Crikey, you know what I’m trying to say…the place is bloody perfect!
Weather to die for!
I mean, 364-days of sunshine a year…doesn’t get much better than that, hey!
Okay okay, yes you’ve called me on this one so maybe not quite 364-days.
But let’s face it, if you’re a pommie, you know, English, those blokes that flogged us at Rugby about a week or so ago banished us from England on convict ships all those years ago, anything more than 5-days of sunshine a year would be a bonus.
If only they knew at the time, strewth, we’d be overrun with those Lion supporters running around in red shirts looking for a “warm beer”.
Yes, Queensland, we’re they’ll call you mate, and mean it…and where the beer is ice-cold.
Now, it might come as little surprise that both Janet and I were both born in Queensland, and to be more precise I grew up in the North. North Queensland that is, and Janet has roots deeply set in the same region.
And TomO, well he is an honorary member…
Crikey, how did that happen…I mean, he’s a Cockroach.
Oh yeah, sorry, meant to say, Queenslanders’ are often referred to as “Cane toads” and New South Welshmen as “Cockroaches”.
So by now you’re probably wondering, what is the point of all this, hey?
Has Baz lost his marbles?
Bumped his head?
Is he a sandwich short of a picnic?
Um, Janet and TomO are nodding yes to all three!
So I’ll just try and make my point…hey.
Strewth, there is none really!
So how about this, pop on over to this great place, you know, our sunburnt country and I’ll buy you a beer at one of our favourite watering holes.
Yeah, up at the Einasleigh Hotel up in the Gulf Savannah, hey.
Gulp Country.
How’s that for a pub…!
Give us a bell so we can get the beers on ice and just ask for Baz, hey!
Photos: Baz, The Landy
Reflections (In the Australian Outback)

Taken early morning at Gum Hole Water Hole, Diamantina National Park, far Western Queensland.
Crikey, how good is our gorgeous Outback!
Photo: Baz, The Landy
Shop till you Drop (Gold Medal Result)

The jet-setters, Janet and TomO arrived back home from London this morning and for sure it is about time we got something to smile about into our lives once again.
And you’ll be pleased to know that Janet stood at the top of the podium…
You remember – the big event. The dash to spend cash down The Stand, suitcases under one arm, credit card in the other, you know, shop till you drop.
Okay for sure, I did say give it your best shot Janet, you deserve a great win.
But let me tell you – she’s won the gold, hell, a world record…
And I know the little rooster, TomO, would have been cheering her on, but just how did she manage so much, in such a fast time?
Strewth, I’ve had to take a Bex and I’m now heading to the couch for a lie down after lugging all those suitcases from the baggage carousel to the car.
Um, welcome home, darling…and TomO,
And by the way, where’s my present, I did get one didn’t I?
😉
On Tour in the Australian Alps (Are we there yet?)

Victorian High Country, Australia.
photo: Baz, The Landy
A Sunflower (Sweethearts forever)
Sunflowers are a favourite of mine, they are so big, bright, colourful and vibrant.
They have always been favoured by my father, Brian, and as a kid growing up I can always remember them growing at his parents home, in Pop and Nana’s backyard.
This morning Dad slipped away peacefully as I watched over him, just as the first rays of light were piercing the eastern skyline over Moreton Bay…
The rising sun is a beautiful thing, taking darkness to light, signalling the dawning of a new day, lighting the pathway to a new life…
And what makes this sunflower so special is it has been growing outside the house where Dad asked my mother to marry him more than fifty years ago…a peaceful spot on the cliffs, overlooking the ocean, Moreton Bay, at Scarborough on the Redcliffe Peninsula.
We’ve shed some tears, and had a bit of a laugh, but above all else, today, we’ve felt so much joy that we have had him with us for so long, always looking out for us all, and never far from Fay, the love of his life.

Yes, Fay, the love of his life…
He was loved by many and will be missed by all.
Yes, a sunflower, so big, bright, colourful and vibrant…

Pep talk from The Coach (Shop till you drop – In London)

If you have ever been to one of those end of year sales at a large department store, that seemingly happen almost every other month, you will appreciate they are not for the faint-hearted.
Success depends on just how quickly you can get out of the “blocks” when the whistle blows.
The front doors opened by men of steely nerve, and where a slow start could well see you being trampled as the stampede gets into full swing.
You need to be a seasoned shopper to even contemplate attending…
And speaking of seasoned shoppers, many of you will know that Janet and TomO are currently visiting England, sunning themselves in the spectacularly beautiful Devon countryside.
The weather has been perfect for them, so I’m told!

But this is rest ahead of the main event when Janet lines up at the top of The Strand in the heart of London, empty suitcases in one hand, credit card in the other, and at least a hundred boutiques to work her way through…
A daunting prospect for any seasoned shopper, a grueling event by any standard and it all comes down to preparation and a great coach.
The lead-in time to this event was quick and afforded very little time to prepare so she engaged the best shopping coach in the world.
In Janet’s own words…
“I put the call into the Queen of Shop-till-you-drop, a pocket-rocket who wields a Black Amex Card with all the precision of a Jedi Master, and who lives to the motto if you can’t decide on which one to buy than simply buy the lot”.

Of course, Kimbalee “The Coach” has always shied from the limelight so I won’t mention her name, but in the lead-up to the departure of Qantas Flight QF1 to London, “The Coach” ran Janet through her paces.
There were the early morning starts, 11.45am down in Double Pay Bay, an exclusive harbour-side suburb over-flowing with pretty boutiques in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs, followed up with lunch down by the Opera House on the world’s greatest harbour, Sydney Harbour.
Shopping is an endurance event and fuelling up is a key ingredient to a successful campaign and there are some divine restaurants dotting the harbour where one can sit back and relax the muscles, aching from the weight of all those boutique bags…

There was speed work to be done…
Standing atop the winners podium, which incidentally simply comes down to being “loaded to the brim” with dozens of shopping bags when the “closed for the day” sign is hung out, will all come down to just how fast Janet can get out the credit card, pay, and sprint move on to the next boutique.
If you think the start of a triathlon is chaotic as entrants jostle for position than you will marvel at the performance of a seasoned shopper. High on adrenalin and with at least a couple of expresso’s under the belt it is best to stand well clear as the “open” for business sign is illuminated on the front door of the first boutique…
Of course, “The Coach” put Janet through her paces with a few sessions of “wait training” after all there are times that you’ll need to stand in line at a cash register.
The bane of all shoppers on a mission…training is key here!
For sure, Janet has had the best of the best work her through the rigors of training for the event.
And as she heads back to London from the English Countryside this week I wish her well as she faces the starters gun in the shadow of Big Ben, ticking away, a reminder that time, or lack of it, is the seasoned shopper’s worst enemy…

No doubting TomO will be jumping for joy and yelling words of encouragement for his mum from the side-walk as the hours pass by and the fatigue sets in…
And don’t worry, I have been doing some “weight training” of my own this past month. I’m sure all my strength will be called upon to lug those suitcases from the baggage carousel to the car when the jet setters arrive home…
Janet, sweetie, good luck with the event, I know you’ll do us proud, enjoy it and I’ll be cheering you on, you deserve a great win!
And remember those parting words that Kimbalee “The Coach” gave you as the final boarding call was made…
“Shop till you drop and the credit card is exhausted… you can rest on the long flight home!”
Strewth – Where’s Baz (The Landy)

It has been quite an intense period in our “down-under” household over these past couple of months.
Surgery on my leg, the passing of Janet’s father, Archie, after a long innings stretching almost to his 100th year, and presently the terminal illness my father, Brian, is suffering and that will take him from us in the not too distant future.

Mind you, Brian is comfortable and at peace, and even quipped to me the other day that we’re all dying from the day we’re born, it isn’t how long you live, but how you live it that counts. Of course, his only real concern has been for the love of his life, his partner for over 50 years, Fay.
Courageous words indeed I thought and his faith has kept him, both of them strong…

But I wanted to drop a note to thank you for your kind words of support over these past couple of months, and to be honest, I haven’t caught up on all the news and stories that many of you write on a daily basis, but rest assured, I’m looking forward to getting back into the routine soon.

And speaking of routine, I have stepped back from my usual training regime to avoid “running myself down” during this difficult time, but I’m looking forward to a return shortly, and of course, back into the mountains, back on the journey to the summit of some of the world’s highest mountains.

Oh, sorry, what of the jet-setters. I hear you ask?

Strewth, TomO and Janet are having a “whale of a time” over in the south of England, but I must confess, I’m missing them and look forward to their return in about a week’s time.
By crikey, I’m sure they’ll have some news and tales of adventure that will be sure to cheer us all up!
Good luck out there, and remember, those that don’t think it can be done shouldn’t bother the person doing it!
Cheers, Baz and the crew

A Rose (As delicate as life itself)

I was spending some time in the garden this morning with my father, Brian, and this beautiful rose caught my eye.
Roses are one of Janet’s favourite flowers…
And who should ring from Tokyo, prior to boarding a flight to London as I was admiring it?
Yep, the jet-setters themselves, Janet and the little rooster himself, TomO…
How’s that for the universe working its magic!
Photo: Baz, The Landy
Strewth, talk about Jet-setters (They’re diddling off)

Today marks the first day of TomO’s mid year break from school, and let me say it seems like only yesterday the school term had begun.
Crikey, why wasn’t school like that when I was a young whipper snipper?
Hell, hang-on I’m still a young whipper snipper, at heart…
Janet and TomO aren’t ones to waste a moment of living, so today they will jet-set out of Sydney, accompanying Janet’s mother, Clare, on a visit to her sister who lives in the wonderful Devon area in the south of England.
For those who visit regularly you may recall that Janet’s father, Archie, passed away about a month ago after a long and wonderful life and not too far short of his 100th year.

Archie always had a passion for travel and seemingly with all the travel TomO has done over the past twelve months it is becoming quite obvious there is only a “sheet of tissue paper” between Poppa Archie and grandson TomO!
It’ll only be a matter of time before TomO will turn up in a Pith Helmet, for sure!
Of course, as many will recall we had all planned to be in Nepal later this year for my climbing expedition, but as I am still recovering from my recent Achilles tendon operation we’ve put those plans aside for the moment.
After all the mountains aren’t going anywhere!
Usually, we travel as a family to experience this wonderful world together…

But now is the time for both of us to spend time with our families. Janet in support of her mother Clare, and me with my family.
It would almost seem a cruel twist of fate, but having just lost a great mate in Janet’s father, Archie, my father, Brian, has been admitted to palliative care in his hometown on the Redcliffe Peninsular, suffering from an illness that will take him from us shortly.

Mind you, he is a man of great faith and he is showing tremendous courage at this time. I said at the time of Archie’s passing that it was hard to be sad when we have so much to be happy about, to have shared our lives with them.
Life, you never know what it is going to dish out to you, but one thing for sure is all you can ever do is live the best way you can…and only one moment at a time.
Herding Sheep (Is far easier than herding kids)

The other day TomO and I got into a discussion that loosely revolved around what it was like being a parent.
It was an interesting choice of topic given he is most unlikely to become one anytime soon.
So I took the opportunity to tell him like it was; one of the most rewarding things you can ever hope to do. But added it was a bit like herding sheep sometime…
How do you mean, he asked, with a sly grin on the corner of his mouth.
He knew all too well what I meant.
Yes, sudden deafness when asked to switch off the iPod, or getting ready for bed at a reasonable time, and did I hear you say homework.
Yeah, herding sheep, I mused…
And too highlight just how hard herding sheep is I pulled out this great photograph of him doing just that a few years back!
Cool? (You be the judge)

How cool is this photograph?
It is a picture of Janet’s father, Archie, on one of the many motorcycles he owned and was taken in Calcutta, India, where he lived during his youthful years.
No leathers, goggles, or helmets as we know them today.
Back then it was your suit and tie and a pith helmet.
And crikey, what a dashing figure he cut on that fantastic motorcycle.
Cool?
You be the judge….
Just Nosing Around (An Echinda)

We came across this little bloke today, an Echidna, whilst Out and About touring country New South Wales…
I tell you what, let’s just call him spike!
Crikey, nature, you’ve got to love it hey…
Photo: Baz – The Landy
Out and About in The Landy (Ariah Park Pub)

With a long weekend in the offering and great weather, Janet, TomO, and I jumped into “The Landy” and headed into country New South Wales, the Riverina Area…
And we came across a quaint little town called Ariah Park, with a motto of Wowser, Bowsers, and Peppercorn Trees.
The main street is lined with old petrol bowsers and peppercorn trees, but we can’t vouch for wowsers as we didn’t see another soul!
And strewth, what a great old pub!
Out and About in “The Landy” hey – crikey you wouldn’t be dead for quids…
Photo: Baz – The Landy
Barber Talk (Where would we be without it?)

A few days back TomO came home sporting a new haircut even though it was only a couple of weeks ago that he had his last one…
Seemingly, becoming a teenager has heralded in a new found attention in his appearance, let’s call it grooming…
Mind you this new found focus on grooming, the one that takes at least fifteen minutes in front of the bathroom mirror each day, seems to be encouraged by the fact that he now catches a train full of girls from Cheltenham Girls High. But hey, we were all a teenager once…
Yes, okay, that was sometime ago for me, and nice of you to bring that up!
Anyway, I asked him “what do you talk about when you get a haircut?”
“What do you mean, Dad?” he asked…
I said, “you know, what do you talk about as the scissors are snipping away”
“Oh – Just Barber Talk”…he quipped!
“Crikey, yeah I get that” I thought.
As a kid I always looked forward to a haircut, still do mind you and to ensure I avoid that aging rock star look, you know, the long hair, bordering on a mullet, slightly greying, I go regularly…
I like my hair short and must say I’ve never really had long hair, despite being blessed with a full head of hair that costs me twenty bucks every month to trim and keep enhancing my already good looks.
Well, Janet often gets that cheeky little grin when she is checking me out, so I’m assuming it must be my good looks…
Okay, yes she’s biased I know, but don’t just take her word for it…
Someone commented on one of my posts just the other day that I looked quite handsome even with my legs bandaged up. And don’t go asking me who it was, that wouldn’t be fair, so mum’s the word on that score…
But fair dinkum, who said anything about being fair and especially when it comes to vanity, so if you would like to read Sherry’s blog, Fabulous 50’s you can find it here.
I might just put that photo in this blog as well, worked a treat for me last time!

Anyway, I’m starting to rabbit on a bit here, so let me get to the point of all this.
When it really boils down to it I think it is the “Barber Talk” that I enjoy the most about a visit to the snip shop. You know, usually you can’t remember what it was that you were talking about five minutes later, but you just know it was good, even if the barber was just nodding most of the time.
So tell me, is this just a blokey thing, or do women get the same experience?
I’m just curious…
And honestly it has nothing to do with the fact that Janet’s hairdo costs ten times as much as mine every month (um, yeah, that would be a couple of hundred). Hell no, don’t you go thinking anything of the sort, besides, I love that little cut she gets…even if it does cost a couple of hundred…

I talk the leg off the barber’s chair for my fifteen minutes and twenty bucks…So crikey, I’m wondering what you get for a couple of hundred in the parlour, they must talk themselves hoarse…in between all those lattes!
Yep, barber talk, where would we be without it, hey?

Reacquainted with an old mate (The shed!)

After seven weeks of rest, recuperation, rehabilitation, and a bit of hibernation I found it very liberating to be back up in the shed this week doing what I love, something that is part of my everyday existence, my every day ritual – exercise.
A little over a week ago I gave the rehabilitation boot, the boot, literally, after getting the all okay from the doctor, and strewth, how good was that!
Geez, you never want to take mobility for granted, it’s a bugger when you lose it!
For those that are new, having a seniors moment, or maybe just missed it, I had an Achilles operation on my left foot, and a spur clearance on my right ankle about seven weeks ago…
Yes, to legs out of action at the same time, lucky for me though I had Janet and TomO taking good care of me!
After climbing in New Zealand during January it became very obvious to me that if I am to continue pursuing my dream of scaling some of the world’s highest mountains, heaven forbid, maybe even Mount Everest, than something had to be done to fix these problems that had been progressively getting worse.

The rehabilitation phase is well under way I am being extremely well cared for by my wonderful physiotherapist, Paula, from the Joint Health Clinic in downtown Sydney.
And can I just say this, crikey, how good is it to be back up in the shed.

A bit of The Angels, one of my favourite Aussie rock bands, belting out of those little Bose speakers to get me motivated, the sound of free weights moving and some time on my new spin bike.
Even the neighbours are happy to hear that music signifying that I am slowly, but surely, returning to normal. Yeah, okay, maybe they could do with a little less of The Angels.
And on climbing?
Well it is far too early to return to the mountains, in fact I wouldn’t be able to squeeze on my rock climbing shoes, that is a hard task even under normal circumstances, but the swelling would make it an impossible task presently.

And what about those big mountains?
Well, if I were to be brutally honest with myself, I would most likely come to the conclusion that my trip to Nepal this year is slowly slipping away from me. Whilst the recovery is right on track, it was always going to be a very marginal thing as to whether I recover in time or not.
But in the true style of an eternal and ever optimistic Sagittarian I’m not discounting it yet.
But here is the deal, climbing mountains isn’t a bucket list thing for me that I can just tick off, but something I want to live, enjoy, relish in, and return from. So being in peak condition is key to my safety and that of those around me.
The mountains will always be there.
But there is plenty of adventure in my sights regardless, including this year’s Hawkesbury Classic Kayak Race, 111-gruelling kilometres down the Hawkesbury River, and if I don’t get to Nepal, I’m confident of lining up in next year’s Coast-to-Coast Race, a cycle, run, and kayak race that takes you 243-kilometres across New Zealand’s South Island…

Strewth, far too much fun ahead, you just wouldn’t want to be dead for quid’s…
And hey, good to see you again…!
Photo’s: Baz – The Landy
Bronte Beach, Sydney, Australia (Surf’s Up!)

Is there a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than down at Bronte, eating fish and chips by the ocean…?
photo: Baz, The Landy
Life, Death, and Grief (We’ll miss you, mate)
During these past few days following the passing of Janet’s father, I have been pondering on the cycle of life, death, and grief…
Surrounded by his loving family, Archie peacefully slipped away from us last week, while Clare, his partner of almost 60 years, held his hand, tenderly…
There was a feeling of deep sorrow and sadness as Arch let go of his final breath, tears were quietly shed as we sat silently in the dimmed light.
But there was also much to be thankful for.
Archie was in his 99th year and he never experienced any major health problems during his lifetime. His love of life alone would have been enough to see him through many more years, but his aging body had simply become too frail to stave off what would normally be a minor illness for most…
We were lucky to have been able share his charm, wit, wisdom…his warmth, for so long.
In the predawn darkness following his passing my thoughts drifted to memories of times I had shared with Arch.
The early childhood stories that Janet and her brothers and sisters have shared many times. Of the travel to wonderfully exotic places that Clare has spoke excitedly of at every opportunity, and with whom she had shared with the love of her life, Archie, Archie Fawthrop…
A smile eased the tension in my face.
I thought about Archie’s life that began with his birth in Burma, of growing up in India, and boarding school in England, of his time as a Captain in the British Army during the war years. Of a sea voyage he took with his young daughter, Mary, to the country that claimed him as one of its own, Australia, and of the family that Clare and Archie so beautifully raised at Garden Grove…
Archie welcomed me into his family with open arms and over the years I have valued his advice, his friendship, the stories he has told me…the laughs we have shared together.
The mere mention of his name will surely bring a grin to your face, and we’ve all got an Archie story, for there are many. And as the years pass they will be recounted like it was only yesterday that we were all together sharing the moment.
But on life, death, and grief…
Yes, we will all pass one day, but for me grief suggests I have lost something; that something has been taken away from me.
But quite to the contrary.
Archie has given me much to be thankful for, beautiful memories, his wonderful daughter, Janet, with whom I am lucky enough to share my life, and our son TomO, who has more than just a shade of Archie in him, an overabundance of that wonderful “boyish-Archie-cheekiness”.
And as first light was beginning to pierce the eastern horizon and the warmth from those first rays of light filled my body, I swear I heard him whisper his most famous line, the one that always brings an infectious smile to your face, the line that sums him up perfectly.
“You don’t know how lucky you are”…
Take care Arch, we’ll miss you, mate…
Jump Hard – TomO (Out of Control)
Strewth, where does he get all that crazy energy from 😉
Crikey – Talking about Neighbour’s (Don’t mess with this bloke)
Ever had a next door neighbour that you wish would just go away? You’ll know the ones I’m talking about, loud, unruly, parties until all hours, beer bottles chiming to the sounds of cheers!
Mind you, it almost sounds fun when it put is that way, but it does wear thin after a while.
And then there are the silent ones, no noise, no parties, pretty much keep to themselves, but shikes, they sure can give you the creeps.
Strewth, we’ve had our fair share of them over the years, but we are lucky to have great neighbours all around us these days!
But I’ll share a yarn about one neighbour that we had a while back, in the outback.
We were out touring in Far North-Queensland, FNQ (pronounced ef-fen-Q), up in the Gulf Savannah Country where Janet has her roots. Mott’s are still grazing sheep and cattle in that region to this day, and for me this region was my backyard as I grew up in Townsville…
Over the past few years we have made the 7,000 kilometre round-trip to one of our most favourite spots in the Australian bush, Lawn Hill Gorge.
Now let me tell you, this is one heck of a beautiful spot that we first visited back in the 1990s. It was literally a flying visit in an aircraft we owned, a Piper Arrow, call sign Foxtrot-Tango-Hotel.
This was before the little tacka, TomO, came along, and we flew it extensively over the Australian outback before selling it some years back.
These days we enjoy the drive north through the outback in The Landy just as much as we did flying over it.
The Aussie Outback, it’s a great place to just stand still and take it all in, a place where the barren land and ochre red soil meets the deep blue of the never-ending sky…
Anyway…
When we were last up there we had no problem securing a great spot beside the creek, which surprised us as there were a few others around at Adel’s Grove, a small tourist resort that caters for travellers just nearby to the main gorge.
It turns out our neighbour was a magnificent Olive Python measuring about 5 metres in length.
A beautiful specimen and apparently they are only known to eat small children…
Just kiddin’…
It had taken up residence just on the bank where we had set up camp. Despite their size they are not an aggressive snake and they are not venomous. And we have our fair share of those venomous ones.
Crikey, we’ve got a bagful of the world’s most deadly snakes, and none of those “rattling” things that they have elsewhere, just hard-core mean and downright dangerous ones!
Okay, fair’s fair, the North American rattle snake does make it into the top ten…
Most passing by our camp were totally oblivious to it being there, many who saw it thought they were about to be eaten alive, others were curious at a seemingly chance encounter with something so wonderful.
Late in the day, as the sun drifted low into the western horizon and shadows started to cast long, it would move on, returning first thing the next morning to take up its position once again.
Yep, neighbours, they come in all shapes and sizes, some you love to bits, others you’d be happy to see the back of, but for sure, we’d be happy to have this bloke as our neighbour anytime – best “guard dog” we’ve ever had…
Ps. For those who might be wondering, Janet was the photographer and loved it. Um, I must’ve been busy with something… 😉
Fair Dinkum – A Teenager (Strewth!)

Like an acorn planet years ago,
Our little fella has started to grow,
With each passing day, another night gone,
We wait patiently ‘cause it won’t be long,
He’s a special little bloke,
Part of you and me,
We’ll love him forever,
That’s how it will be…
Can you believe this our little fella, TomO, joins the ranks of the teenage brigade today. A very special baby so bursting with life that he couldn’t wait the usual 39-weeks and arrived on the scene almost 6-weeks prematurely…

We nicknamed him Smiley before he was born and he’s never stopped smiling…
Happy birthday, mate!

The Outback, Fly Veils, and other Veils (Happy Anniversary!)

Visit the Australian Outback in the warmer months, especially after rain and most likely a billion flies will join you.
And yes, I meant a couple of billion.
It is a funny occurrence, they turn up at the crack of dawn, literally, and as the sun shimmies below the western horizon in the late afternoon they disappear, seemingly from the face of the earth.

I’ve often pondered where do they go…
Personally, I try to ignore them, which is hard when they crawl all over your face, up your nostrils, and heaven forbid, don’t breathe through your mouth, lest you want some additional protein for breakfast.

Strewth, I hope I haven’t painted a picture that turns you away from visiting, after all we do like to share the experience of the never ending outback!
A never ending sky kissing the parched red earth in the far off distance…
But don’t worry, we have a solution, a veil, a fly veil that you can put over your head, and bingo, they’re out of your face!
Crikey, speaking of veils and kissing, 29 years ago today Janet was wearing a beautiful veil and lovely dress as we walked down the aisle together. Talk about a radiant bride who has blossomed into the kindest and most beautiful person you could ever be lucky enough to meet… 😉
She was literally the girl next door, how’s that hey!
Happy anniversary sweetie!

photos: Baz, The Landy
Delicate Flowers (In a harsh land)

Janet, my partner, is a lover of Australian Wildflowers and spends countless hours in the Australian Bush, observing, photographing…
The Australian Outback, you’ve got to love it!
Photo: Janet O’Malley
An Oasis (In the Australian Outback)

When traversing the harsh and barren landscape of the Australian Outback, Australia’s indigenous aboriginals used mound springs for their water supply.
This one was photographed near Coward Springs, along the Oodnadatta Track…
Photo: Baz, The Landy
Final Destination (Broken down in the Outback)
The “Old Bus” was driven from the city into the Outback by two fencing contractors who used it for their accommodation on Trilby Station, an outback property in Western New South Wales, Australia.
And it came well ventilated; the roof was demolished when they misjudged the height of an overhead bridge on the trip to the Outback!
The Outback, full of surprises, hey!
photo: Baz, The Landy
Remembering our Courageous Fallen (ANZAC Day)

The 25th of April is a day that Australian’s reflect on the military service Australian men and women have given to our country.
To remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice; to remember the Australian men and women who are currently serving in theatres of war, and in peace keeping roles around the world.
To all I say, thank you.
Something close to me is the time I spent living in Papua New Guinea and the times that I have visited since leaving, more recently in 2006 when I walked the Kokoda Track with a good mate, Bob Todd.
The Kokoda Track saw some of most fierce fighting that Australian troops have ever faced.

And we should never forget the sacrifices that were made by our good friends, legends of the Kokoda Track, the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels; the Papuan New Guineans who carried supplies and our wounded, often making the ultimate sacrifice at the hands of an unyielding foe.
Standing at the top of the final hill after six days along The Track, Bob and I looked back over the ranges and I swear we could hear that distinctive Aussie drawl…
The sounds of mates helping their mates.

And I’m sure that on this day if you were to stand on the battlefields of the Somme or the beaches of Gallipoli, if you listen carefully, you too will hear our boys and girls; the men and women who never returned home to loved ones!
Our memory of them will live on forever…
Lest We Forget…

The Billabong (Outback Australia)

The Billabong, Trilby Station on the Darling River, Outback Australia…
Photo: Baz, The Landy
The fire is set (As the sun disappears)

Around the camp-fire, Outback Australia…
Photo: Baz, The Landy
The Waddi Tree (Unique and very ancient)

The Waddi Tree (Acacia Peuce) is a rare and ancient species and is only found in small pockets in Australia near Alice Springs, Central Australia, and in far Western Queensland on the fringes of the Simpson Desert.
It can also be found in limited numbers in South Africa…
The tree is very slow growing, is extremely hard timber and will live to an age in excess of 1,000 years.
One can only imagine how old this one is…
The Australian Outback, full of interesting surprises, hey!
Photo: Baz, The Landy
Broken Down in the Australian Outback (Miles from no-where)

Despite the sign-post this old truck won’t be going anywhere…
The Australian Outback, you’ve just got to love it!
photo: Baz, The Landy
Road-Train (Outback Australia)

Strewth, now that’s a truck-and-a-half, used to transport cattle and photographed at Camooweal, far-western Queensland, Outback Australia…
What a great opportunity to reminisce on some of our outback trips whilst resting up and recovering from my foot surgery. 🙂
Outback Australia, ya just gotta love it, however it comes!
photo: Baz, The Landy
A Hills Hoist (In the Australian Outback)
One of Australia’s most recognisable icons, a Hills Hoist !
It doesn’t get much more Aussie than that…every backyard has one, even in the outback!
photo: Baz, The Landy
Man made objects (In the Australian Outback)
Broken Down – In the Australian Outback

Broken Down – In the Australian Outback.
Trilby Station, by the banks of the Darling River…
photo: Baz, The Landy
Brekkie’s On (Outback Australia Style…)

Standing around an open fire, having a few laughs, cooking up brekkie!
Strewth, you wouldn’t want to be “dead for quids”…who’s hungry?
photo: Baz, The Landy
The “Old Homestead”
Talk about Dinky-Di Aussie (Uniquely Australian)

This is a scene you will not see anywhere else in the world…
Outback Australia, you’ve gotta love it, hey!
photo: Baz – The Landy (Trilby Station, Australia)
Dig a hole and bury me (It doesn’t get any better than this!)

It is always with great anticipation heading down the driveway, waving good-bye to the urban surrounds we are so familiar with, but long to escape, steering “The Landy” towards the bush, the outback and today was no exception.
Janet had finished packing the food into “The Landy” the previous night and now there was nothing left to do but jump in and head-off.
Taking advantage of some additional time off over the easter break we decided to make a quick dash to the outback and a cattle station in western New South Wales, Trilby Station.
Joining us are our good friends Bob and Annette and “the boys”, David and Stephen.
We travel together often and as it would be a long drive ahead, 860 kilometres to be precise, we headed off in the pre-dawn hours, 2:30am on the dot, which is early even by my standards.
The drudgery of the freeway to the north-west, the escape route from suburbia, soon gave way to the foothills of the Blue Mountains and as we settled into the dawning moments of our sojourn we began to reflect on what it must have been like for the early explorers as they made their way westward, journeying on foot, horseback, and bullock dray.
These days the trek over the mountains is done mostly in the relative comfort of a modern vehicle, although Janet was heard to whisper, under hushed breathe, something about there being little difference between a bullock dray, and “The Landy”.

They say the journey is just as important as the destination, and we enjoyed the drive, passing many small communities we hadn’t seen for some time, arriving at Trilby Station, which is situated on one of Australia’s important river systems, the Darling River, in the early afternoon.
It didn’t take long to set up camp and the boys had the boat into the billabong and were off to explore.

Explore, isn’t that what life is all about, and fair dinkum, how good is the Australian Outback.
See you’se lot later…
We’re heading Outback for a few days – (In The Landy)

Touring the harsh environment of the Australian Outback is best done in a robust vehicle designed for the job.
Mind you, in days long gone people travelled the Australian Outback in old Model T Fords…


Our vehicle is a Landrover Defender 130 Twin Cab manufactured in 1995, and completely rebuilt from scratch in 2006. Up until the time we purchased the vehicle it had been used as a farm vehicle in the wine growing region of the Hunter Valley just to the north of Sydney. We reconfigured it for long-range travel and it can cover a distance of around 1,800 kilometres without the need to refuel.
Strewth, that would be 1,100 miles…
We intentionally chose an older vehicle so we didn’t have to deal with a “computer failure” disabling the vehicle in the middle of no-where. A rare occurrence mind you, but it is a long walk from the middle of no-where in the Australian Outback!

It uses solar panels for power management and has a High-Frequency Radio for long-range communication that enables us to stay in contact even in the most remote parts of Australia.
And it can carry 100 litres of water in a specially designed stainless steel water tank.
Inside the canopy we carry an inflatable boat and outboard motor for touring the creeks and billabongs we come across in our travels, has a 60 litre fridge, and we carry a comprehensive range of spare parts, tools and tyre repair equipment.


After all, in the event of a break-down help can be hundred’s of kilometres away. We also carry a substantial medical kit.
And to enable it to cope with the harsh environment we travel in, it has specialist suspension.

The camper-trailer, a Track T-Van, is every bit as tough as the vehicle and was designed by a company that makes trailer equipment for the Australian army. It doesn’t come on all our trips, but crikey, we need to find a good reason not to take it, as it makes for a very comfortable night’s sleep.

Quite a change to a bivvy bag and sleeping bag on the side of an alpine mountain in the freezing cold!
Anyway, make sure you give us a wave if you see “The Landy” Out and About.
Landrovers, I love ‘em so much that I’ve got two (Janet rolls eyes 😉 )

The wind in your hair…

Let your spirit soar, like a bird…!
Flying in formation with my son, TomO, over Wanaka, New Zealand…
photo: Baz, The Landy
Sydney Harbour and the Coat Hangar (Life Down-under)

This week marked the passing of another year in the history of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, it turned 81 years old.
It was officially opened on 19 March, 1932.

An icon around the world, in more recent times it has become a focal point for New Year celebrations as Sydney-siders herald in another year with the bridge festooned in colourful fireworks.
Of course it is more than that, it is a life-line to those travelling from the north of Sydney to the south and whilst many years ago the Sydney Harbour tunnel was built, taking vehicular traffic under the harbour, it still doesn’t match a trip over the Coat-Hangar.

And New Yorkers’ might be just left wondering where you had seen our bridge before. The design of the bridge was heavily influenced by the Hell Gate Bridge in New York.
I drive over the bridge each day on my way to work in Sydney’s central business district and I always take in the view it gives of the harbour and marvel at the engineering feat.

Of course, for those who are inclined, make sure you take the bridge climb if you ever visit Sydney – the views of Sydney Harbour are spectacular…
Crikey, you’ve just got to love Sydney, hey?
photos: Baz, The Landy
Crikey – Where’s the snooze button (Turn that bloody thing off!)

There is a lot to like about our island continent, Australia.
Our unique wildlife, kangaroos bounding across wide open plains, koalas sleeping in a lonely gum tree, and even a crocodile here and there…
Beaches that are counted among the best in the world, the brilliant red colour of the Outback set against a rich blue sky.

But don’t worry, I’m not writing an advertorial for our local tourism authority, besides, I think Australia does a good job of selling itself…
No, what I am writing about is the world’s best alarm clock.
There is no need to set it, it comes in a range of colours and is mostly uniform in shape and size…
No snooze button on this model though…
It doesn’t make the usual mind-numbing BEEP…BEEP…BEEP, or gently awaken you to the sound of your favourite music.
But it will awaken you to the sounds of jovial laughter, perhaps leaving you to wonder whether you are still in that bar you were going to leave before the stroke of midnight…

As the first sign of light began to show in the eastern sky, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and headed for the shed, my predawn exercise workout beckoning.
And that alarm was still laughing, mocking me, seemingly taking pleasure that it had dislodged another from the dreamworld that we all try to hold onto for those extra few minutes.
Yep, natures alarm clock, Australia’s own Kookaburra – you’ve gotta love ‘em…
(The one pictured is a Blue-Winged Kookaburra photographed by Janet, my partner, on Bowthorne Station in the Gulf Savannah of Northern Australia.)
Keeping up with the Jones’s (Fair Dinkum – What was I thinking)
Well what I should say is keeping up with the Tong’s in my case. That would be brother-in-law and partner in all things adventure and exercise.
Recently, Ray purchased a weight-vest to wear whilst exercising, and he has been using it almost exclusively with his sprint running training.
And he has made some substantial improvement in his mid-distance times.
Okay, he is a Kiwi so there is a certain amount of Trans-Tasman rivalry that goes on between us, unsaid of course, but it is all good, after all we egged each other on enough to line up for the 243 kilometre Speight’s Coast-to-Coast race across New Zealand 12 months ago, and the gauntlet has once again been tossed down for us to line up for the 2014 event.

As a matter of interest The Speight’s Coast to Coast now features in the “Worlds Toughest Endurance Challenges“ which has just been published by Bloomsbury Publishing.

But on this rivalry, a casual mention of seeing how far we could walk with a back pack had us traversing 240 kilometres through the Australian bush from my home in Sydney to his in Newcastle to the north, not to mention some of the other walks we have done and Tough Mudder events…

So when I heard he was making all these gains with a power-vest I did the only thing one could do. I bought my own.
Strewth, all I can say is, what was I thinking.
Twenty kilograms weighted on your body doesn’t sound like much, and after all we frequently carry that and more on our outings in the bush, but strapped to your body during an exercise session is another thing altogether.

My body is aching tonight!
That’s what you get for trying to keep up with the Tong’s, I guess.
And on the vest, I purchased one from Iron Edge, a Melbourne based company who specialise in weight and cross-fit training equipment…
If you get a chance, check out the video, it gives you some idea how the weight-vest can be used.
Well, if you want to keep up with “us boys” best you go and buy one and add it to your exercise workouts…
And hey, good luck out there!





















