Photo: Baz – The Landy, Kangaroo Island, Australia

Photo: Baz – The Landy, Paroo River, Outback Australia
In 1956 the British Government built an atomic bomb testing site in the South Australian outback with assistance from the Australian Government of the day…
We discovered these beautiful flowers growing at “ground zero”… Don’t they demonstrate the tenacity of nature by defiantly shining through in spite of the brutal treatment this wonderful landscape was subjected to?
You can read more about the area in our blog titled “An Atomic Blast (In the Outback)”.
Photos: Janet Planet – Maralinga, South Australia

Photo: Janet-Planet, along the Anne Beadell Highway, Outback Australia…
The Rosenberg Goanna is a monitor lizard and Kangaroo Island, situated off Australia’s southern coastline, is the last stronghold for this wonderful and inquisitive reptile. We came across this one on our recent visit to the island.
It has been declared a vulnerable species, so let’s hope we won’t just be looking at them in wildlife journals in years to come…
Photo: Baz – The Landy

Remember Mike?
Could there be anything worse than being on the receiving end of a Mike Tyson punch?
Mind, you I suspect he is correct in the assessment he makes about plans and it got me thinking about the topic and how it might relate to remote area travel.
And can I confess upfront, I’m a “planning nutter”…
Many of you will be aware we spend plenty of time Out and About in the great Southern Land, Australia, exploring its natural beauty and wonders and much of this is done in very remote locations.
And if it isn’t the Outback we might be on the side of a mountain somewhere in the world…
So what about planning and what considerations should be taken into account?
Whilst the degree of planning may vary from one person to another, I am sure that almost all of us have one in mind, whether committed to memory or in written form…
Mind you, everything has risk attached to it, right?
The question is whether the risk can be managed to a level that is acceptable, firstly to you and secondly, broadly acceptable to those who may be called upon to provide assistance if something goes wrong.
And I use the word broadly because it is subjective to make a judgment on what others might find acceptable.
To get around this, I use the reasonable test and ask myself the question – would, on average, reasonable people find this a reasonable assumption to make?
In my view planning is one of the most important aspects of any trip and should be approached as a risk management exercise. I put planning at the top of my list…
Whilst in the stress free environment of your living room at home you can assess all aspects of the expedition without the pressure of things crumbling around you out in the field and for which you have not developed a response.
When it comes to remote travel in Australia I find many place a lot of focus on equipment, and vehicles, communications; how much food and water needs to be taken along with the required fuel.
And for sure these are all important aspects to any trip planning, falling under the heading of trip logistics.
But what about your health and fitness and that of your travelling companions?
Are you in suitable shape both mentally and physically for this specific expedition?
What about expected weather conditions and how will you respond to changing conditions?
At what point do you call the trip off – what decision criteria have you established for this both in the time prior to departure and once it is underway?
This is an important one; more than one person has died from the “press-on-regardless” mentality.
We’ve planned this trip and we’ll complete it at all costs…regardless!
How can this type of thought trap be avoided?
…Establish criteria to prevent it from happening!
No one wants to call off a trip once under way, but it might be the best decision despite the disappointment. Having guidelines decided and agreed upon in advance takes much of the angst away from this type of decision making it easier to arrive at if faced with a particular circumstance.
And what about a point of no return decision?
How many people consider this when travelling from point A to point B in remote and arid countryside, crossing the Simpson Desert, for example or other remote areas?
Prior to arriving at this equi-distance point consideration should be given to whether the destination can still be reached, or might it be wiser to return to the previous checkpoint whilst you still have sufficient fuel and supplies to do so.
There could be any number of reasons that might affect your decision; weather would be an important one for example. But there could be many others that should be assessed at this critical point before continuing on your journey.
Once the point of no return is crossed the decision has been made and you are now committed to it regardless, possibly with dire consequences if not well thought out, or even considered.
Planning for a trip begins and ends at home…
By the time you head down through the front-gate you should be confident in your endeavours and that you have thought out potential issues and how you will deal with them. By now you and your travelling companions should have committed to some form of template as to how you will respond to specific and non-specific situations.
Once under way the expedition progress should be evaluated against what you expected and anticipated in your planning – and if it doesn’t align consider the impact it will have on your objective and how you should response to these changes…
And for sure, there may be issues that crop up that you didn’t have a specific plan for, but you can still have a response for these situations along the lines of how it might affect the successful completion of the trip and what is the implication of continuing or not continuing?
Consideration should also be given to the well-being of the group or others that may be called upon for assistance especially if things are going as planned.
Problems often arise not because of a primary occurrence, but the impact it has as it cascades down through a number of scenarios and usually we receive plenty of opportunity to address these before they manifest into a much larger issue.
Have a plan, have a plan, and have a plan – that is my pre-trip mantra regardless of the undertaking or where in the world I am planning an adventure…!
It is one thing to be confronted with an issue and making the incorrect assessment or choice, but it is almost unforgiveable to not act and make any decision at all when something goes wrong…
…History is littered with the deaths of people who simply failed to act, having a plan is a good way to avoid being in such a predicament!
And hey, planning needn’t rob you of the spontaneity that travelling can bring, to the contrary, hopefully it enhances the experience by giving comfort that you have considered how you will respond to adverse and changing conditions as the trip progresses.
How much time do you put into trip planning and would yours withstand that…
“Punch in the face”…?
Photo, Baz – The Landy

And whilst we both like to capture the “big picture” framing our wonderful red landscape against a never ending blue sky, I like to put the macro-lens on the camera and photograph…
With so many species of trees in the Australian Bush and Outback I have a never-ending supply of material to frame that special shot.
And I look forward to sharing many of them with you, Janet-Planet…!
Photograph: Janet-Planet, Anne Beadell Highway, Outback Australia
I photographed this wonderful little fella on a recent trip to Kangaroo Island, just off Australia’s southern coastline.
This small bird, affectionally referred to as a “Hoodie”, is on the endangered list with numbers estimated at around 200 on the island…
Photo: Baz – The Landy

On a recent trip south to Kangaroo Island we took a couple of days to traverse parts of the park and view the Pink Lakes for which it is renown. Pigmentation caused by algae colours the lakes pink during the summer months and is quite spectacular to view later in the day.
Throughout the 1900s salt was commercially mined in the area with operations ceasing around 1975, but relics of this era can be viewed as you make your way around the lakes on the Pioneer Circuit.
Our starting point for travelling into the park was the small township of Linga where there is a well-signed and formed dirt road that takes you to the Pink Lakes. The Pioneer Track is a circuit that is suitable for two-wheel drive vehicles taking visitors on a tour around the lakes and can easily be accessed from the larger towns of Ouyen or Pinaroo for those wanting to do a day visit.
Being summer, we were cautious to ensure temperatures were not too high in the park before committing to travelling through it. Not that we are unaccustomed to extreme heat and humidity, after all, we grew up in Queensland and lived in tropical Papua New Guinea for a number of years. But at this time of the year the park sees far less visitors and despite being not too far from a number of towns it remains a remote area that should be respected.
After a short drive from the highway we arrived at the Pink Lakes and Janet took the opportunity to photograph numerous plants and flowers at Lake Hardy before we moved on to Lake Crosby, a larger lake with camping sites available.
For those travelling the Mallee Highway this would be a good overnight spot to take a break, or alternatively, a good base to further explore the park over a number of days.
Murray-Sunset is a large area with a seemingly endless amount of tracks that you can explore, but for the most part, this will require a four-wheel drive vehicle due to the many sandy sections that are encountered.
And come well prepared with plenty of water and basic recovery gear as you may be on your own. We did not see anyone else in the park during our short visit.
With only a limited time to explore the park we headed north along the Underbool Track with an overnight camp at the Underbool campsite, before continuing north the following day to the intersection with the Pheeney ‘s Track and a drive towards the western boundary of the park.
There is a campsite not too far from the western border of the park on Pheeney’s Track, however we headed northwards along the North South Settlement Road and had our second night in the park at the Shearer’s Quarters campsite.
This is a campsite set amongst the trees not too far from the Shearer’s Quarters. And there is a walk that you can take through the scrub, but this is best done late in the day during the warmer months. And if you are lucky you’ll be rewarded with a glimpse of some of the wildlife and wonderful display of wildflowers. And not to forget, marvellous bark-art as we like to call the patterns found on the many types of trees one encounters when exploring…
After a pleasant overnight stay at this campsite, which we had to ourselves, we made our way out of the park at Taplan, a small town on the park’s western border, before making our way south to Cape Jervis, the stepping off point for our Kangaroo Island Adventure.
We had frequently looked at Murray-Sunset on our maps and had it penciled in our “places to see book”.
This short visit gave us a taste of what the park has to offer and provided an opportunity for us to give our new Track TVAN Firetail a test in the sand. We had no doubt it would perform as well as our older TVAN Canning that it replaced, and it did, flawlessly…
We have vowed to return in the cooler months, although we suspect that in the depths of winter Murray Sunset would be a very cold place, but with changing seasons comes new perspectives, a warm campfire and the opportunity to XPLORE…!
Photos: Baz – The Landy and Janet-Planet, Murray Sunset National Park, Australia.

Recently, Janet-Planet and myself spent a week on Kangaroo Island, off the South Australian Coastline, exploring its rugged landscape and photographing some marvellous wildlife.
This little bloke hopped into our camp (literally) late one afternoon and whilst we are not “frog” experts we believe it is a “painted or burrowing frog” and one of six known frogs to inhabit the island…
But, hey…whatever its name, you got to love it, hey!
Photo: Baz – The Landy

Seemingly it has been a long time between drinks, but Janet-Planet and I are currently on tour heading to Kangaroo Island off Australia’s southern coastline…
Photo: Baz – The Landy at Cape Jervis, South Australia
Ps: TomO is in Tanzania climbing Mt Kilimanjaro and visiting the School of St Jude with his school mates…
The glow of a setting sun on a faraway horizon, the warmth of a camp fire crackling in harmony with the sizzle of a roast cooking in the camp-oven, and the chorus of laughter and banter with family and friends is what draws us to camping in this great country of ours.
And if you are like me, my mind’s eye pictures this scene almost every other day!
The problem for many of us is that work and the studies of teenage children tend to get in the way of a sojourn across a parched, rugged landscape under a never-ending blue sky.
Such is the beauty of Australia.
Recently, the call of the bush and a shoulder of lamb roasted on the fire was far too great to resist so we headed for a camp in our own backyard. Well, not quite literally our backyard, but a short drive up the freeway to a place called Glenworth Valley.
Glenworth Valley is a sprawling 3,000 acre property located just to the north of Sydney that caters to a variety of activities including, horse riding, quad bike riding, and for the less active inclined, a float on a li-low down a quiet meandering creek or if you like, just a leisurely stroll along many of the bush tracks.
Glenworth Valley has it all…!
And for those who cannot go a couple of days without a coffee fix expertly prepared by a barista, don’t be alarmed, you are catered for in a small café located near the stables.
Usually, we avoid camping with the crowds, in fact, as a family we are quite comfortable being in the middle of no-where without another soul in sight. The trouble with living and working in an urban environment is you usually need to travel some distance to find your idyllic spot, especially one that you won’t need to share with someone else…
The trip to Glenworth Valley was a rewarding way to re-charge the soul with family and friends despite there being just more than a few other campers who were perhaps encouraged out by the warmer weather and a long-weekend.
But don’t be put off by there being other campers, we still had plenty of room to kick-back and enjoy our camp-oven roasted lamb, washed down by a glass or two of red!
If you ever make it to Glenworth Valley don’t miss watching the horses’ race out of their holding yard and along the bush track that leads to their paddock. The thunder of the hoofs of over a hundred horses in full flight is a daily ritual that happens not long before the sun slips below the western hills, a spectacle not to be missed, that’s for sure…
And don’t worry about taking your alarm clock, the kookaburra’s will herald in a new day dawning just before you hear the sound of the horses returning from the paddock to be saddled up for another day of riding in the picturesque Glenworth Valley.
Enjoy, XPLORE…
Photos: Baz – The Landy

On our travels we always cook on an open fire using our cast-iron camp oven. What better way is there to bring everyone together, hey?
Rest assured there is no shortage of laughter and friendly banter as we raise a glass to friendship, the setting sun projecting a montage of ever changing colour on a ruggedly beautiful landscape…
And what better way to greet the warming rays of the sun as it reaches out on a brisk spring morning than devouring a batch of scones with lashings of butter and jam, expertly prepared and cooked by my wonderful partner, Janet…
Camp food and fun in the bush with family and friends, you’ve gotta love it…hey?
Photos: Baz – The Landy

Mind you I’m no expert on the subject, after all, coming from the Colony of New South Wales the closest I get to an insight to the lives of the upper class is watching The Real Housewives of St Kilda.
Just for a change I am not immersed deep in the Australian Outback, travelling along some dusty track in the middle-of-nowhere under a deep blue sky, or sitting beside a campfire under the Milky Way, telling a tall yarn.
Nope,
I am entrenched deep in the Yorkshire countryside where you’ll get a few minutes under a blue sky every hour, if you’re lucky!
It is no wonder those Chelsea Housewives have got orange tans that are more fake than their boobs.
Hey, I’m sure they really do have nice personalities so let’s not get into a class war here.
Anyway, as you can see, my propensity to digress hasn’t diminished despite being on the other side of the world so let me push on otherwise it will take me another two gin and tonics to get this story finished.
Speaking of which, I was in a small bar in Bath the other day, well evening really, and strike-a-light, they had every type of gin known to mankind and that was all in a bar that measured six-by-six feet – cozy really. But hell, who designs these places?
And how good are those Country Estates they have over here, hey?
Manor Houses, where you cross the country from east to west just to get from the front gate to the front door and when you arrive there is a bloke all dolled-up in a penguin suit to greet you.
Very civilised…
It reminds me of that television show starring Carson and the Gang down at Downton Abbey, which coincidently is set in the Yorkshire Countryside, despite being shot anywhere but near York.
But who am I to get picky, after all I’ve told one or two porkies in my time just to suit the yarn…
Hey, let me share my story of a “Call to Service”…
There I was being chauffeured through the York Countryside when we came across a sign for Harewood House, the ancestral residence of the Earl of Harewood, inviting all and sundry to come and visit.
For a fee of course.
You know what those Aristocratic Pom’s are like, never miss a chance that lot and good for them, strewth, it costs me a fortune to maintain my shed with toys, imagine how much it must cost to run a joint like that, especially with a stable full of Bentley’s!
Anyway, here was a chance to roll up the driveway and be greeted by Carson and the Gang. In reality, we were directed to a car park in a field and Janet was heard mumbling that I would indeed start looking as portly as Carson if I drank any more pints of that warm cask ale they serve over here.
Nice one Janet, but hey I’m not counting the number of cream teas you’ve had (fifteen).
Those three gin and tonics are starting to work their magic, so best I get on with this story.
What a fabulous home this was, truly Stately, and whilst we weren’t greeted by Carson, the staff were friendly and showed us around the home, which is full of artifacts and paintings collected by the Earl’s over the years.
And you oughta see the size of the bedrooms they had in this place. You needed a map and compass to get from the door to the bed and a bloke would need a rest before he mounted anything in here, especially the four-poster, which for some reason was about about ten-foot off the ground…
Now it was pointed out that the second wife of the Seventh Earl still lives in the house and occasionally one might catch a glimpse of her, rare as that might be.
Well stone the bloody crows, just as I was about to leave who should turn up but the Countess herself, who coincidently is an Australian.
Yep, a fair dinkum Aussie, all class and no (whoopsie).
Anyway, standing at the front door in all-my splendor, wearing my usual bond’s black tee shirt, I opened the door with all the grace befitting of the occasion and welcomed Her Ladyship home…
G’day Ma’am…
And with all the air of the upper class she breezed by with a slight nod, but without familiarity, as it should be…!
Welcome to service Baz, where Timing is Everything, hey!
Photos: Baz – The Landy
Ps: Janet didn’t really say that I would look portly like Carson – she’s far to nice to say that!
The amber fluid usually finds its way around most language barriers…
Strewth, speaking of cold, it is the middle of summer, 15 degrees and the wind so strong that it’d “blow ‘ya dog off its chain”…
But hey, I’m not complaining, blimey, I could get used to this, for a while anyway!
Photos: Baz – The Landy
Ps: Did Benny Hill ever “Carry-On” here?

Let’s face it, there is nothing better than the company of friends and good pub food washed down with a couple of schooners of Fourex. Not some beer brewed with water taken from a stream on the eastern side of a mountain in some place I couldn’t pronounce even if I wasn’t into my third schooner.
I mean, what’s wrong with a good old Fourex? Okay, VB or Carlton Draught if you prefer and a Chardy for the girls…
Perhaps I’m showing my class here, but one of the things I truly look forward to is a trip into the bush, the outback, down a dusty track where you are likely to develop a thirst that can only be quenched with a schooner or two at day’s end in a pub that is most likely called “The Royal” or maybe “The Railway” or “Tattersall’s”.
Crikey, even Janet (Mrs Landy) has been known to down a beer or two in these revered establishments!
It’ll be nothing fancy mind you, a few bar stools here and there mostly occupied by Bluey and the boys who’ll tip their hats and give you a G’day as you step through the door. The menu simple, but tasty and its okay to toss your dog a couple of scraps to clean off the plate when you’re done…
The conversation is typical, but mostly amusing, no-one is taking it too seriously, or concerned that you are wearing the right clothes, after all shorts and singlets are the go, if you like, and you’re not going to need to mortgage ya’ house when it comes to your turn to shout!
Crikey, Mrs Landy and I have enjoyed some great moments in some out of the way places in the Australian Bush, The Outback – and we might have had just that one too many on an occasion here and there, but that is usually because our classic pubs in the bush are timeless, especially when the amber fluid flows and the banter ramps up!
So tell me, where is your favourite “watering” hole, hey?
Photos: Baz – The Landy
Yes, I thought you might ask…
No, I haven’t been hiding under a rock, nor chanting away in a Tibetan Monastery, as appealing as that might be sometimes.
And don’t worry I wasn’t eaten alive by an Australian Drop-Bear!
Seriously, vegemite behind the ears has always worked a treat for me in warding off these dangerous critters whilst I’ve been Out and About…!
Crikey, you know me, I’ve been busy preparing for some upcoming adventures, but more on that later, just enjoy the campfire for now, okay!
Photo: Baz, The Landy at Lake Cohen – in the middle of nowhere (and loving it)…

Um, yes, you’re right, my waistline is starting to confirm that…
But let me say, there is nothing better than sitting around a fire on a lazy Sunday morning, the bacon sizzling away in the pan, coals glowing as the aroma of the smoked hickory bacon wafts on a warm and gentle breeze…
And for sure, I’m hearing ya – every morning is a lazy one in the Australian Outback…right?
By-the-way, I’ll have my eggs poached in an orange thanks!
What?
Get out of here…you’ve never tried it?
Tell you what, scoop out an orange, crack an egg into it and sit back, relax, it’ll be cooked soon enough – you’ll never look back.
Orange poached egg, its got to be the best thing since sliced bread!
Photo: Baz – The Landy