Sheep Skin Hut (In the Australian Bush)

Australian Bush Huts

I captured this photo while Out and About exploring the Hunter Range, just to the north of Sydney last weekend…

Crikey, old huts, you’ve got to love them!

Photo: Baz – The Landy

Happy Australia Day (However you celebrate it)

I kicked-off the day with a 20-kilometre row and workout up in the shed to the sounds of Siouxsie and the Banshees and loving it!

Crikey, you just got to love Australia, hey!

Enjoy the day…

Big Bad Baz 😉

Success Isn’t Permanent (And Failure Isn’t fatal)

Not a bad thought to keep in mind, and it is one of the things I like to remind myself of each day as I chase my dreams…

 

Travelling the Australian Outback (In Style)

Simpson Desert, Outback Australia

Travelling and photographing the Australian Outback is a great privilege that I never take for granted.

As a family we visit it often and we have a couple of spectacular desert trips planned this year, the first one coming up in a couple of months time.

Recently we upgraded our touring vehicle to a Toyota 79 Series Dual Cab that we have modified to cope with the harsh environment it will be asked to operate in.  It is also capable of pulling our off-road camper Trailer, a Track TVAN.

The TVAN is the go anywhere camper trailer with suspension built to military specifications. 

Depending on conditions, the vehicle has a range of approximately 1,700-kilometres and all electrical equipment we require is powered by two 120-watt solar panels on the roof charging a 150-amp battery.

It is also equipped with a High Frequency radio for long-range communications. For those not familiar a HF Radio is capable of transmitting over large distances and with the right atmospheric conditions we can speak with someone thousands of kilometres away.

Now I’m not going to “rabbit” on too much here and I’ll let the photographs do the talking, but a little while back I asked for you to submit some designs for a mural to go on the vehicle and I’m pleased to showcase the final product that was inspired by a design suggested by Sassy, who writes a blog titled Sasieology…

Custom four-wheel drive
Toyota 79 Series Dual Cab

The mural reflects the travel the vehicle will do, across the Sydney Harbour Bridge from the Sydney Opera House and into the Australian Outback.

And I hear you ask what about the Crow?

Well Charlie, he travels with us everywhere!

We captured the photographs as we put the vehicle through its paces with the TVAN in tow in the Australian Bush last weekend.

It passed with flying colours, but I’m still trying to wrest the keys back from Janet who is a rev-head at heart, especially behind the big gutsy V8 engine!

Janet a Rev-Head - You Decide!
Janet a Rev-Head – You Decide!
Photos: Baz, The Landy – Janet Planet, and TomO

Those who don’t think it can be done (shouldn’t bother the person doing it)

Grey's Peak New Zealand

 “But there are men for whom the unattainable has a special attraction. Usually they are not experts: their ambitions and fantasies are strong enough to brush aside the doubts which more cautious men might have.

 Determination and faith are their strongest weapons. At best such men are regarded as eccentric; at worst, mad…” Walt Unsworth.

 I’m gearing back up, slowly but surely…

Initially into the Blue Mountains, just to the west of Sydney, for some rock climbing to hone the skills and aiming for a Nepal trip to climb three 6,000 metre peaks in November.

Cho Oyu, the world’s sixth highest and one of fourteen 8,000 metre peaks, beckons in 2015…

Sweet Dreams, Blue Montains

This has been my goal for sometime I’m just one-year behind after the injuries and some personal setbacks over the past twelve months.

But I’ll be doing plenty of travel in Australia’s wonderful outback over the coming months also – so be sure to stay in touch!

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And crikey, if all else fails, just remain out of control and see what develops…

Photos: Baz, The Landy, and Janet Planet

Soaring like a bird (Over the ocean)

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Newcastle, East Coast Australia.

Crikey, that looks like FUN…

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Adventure and Youth (How good is this)

Adventure and Youth (TomO the Trailblazer)

Adventure and youth, what a great mix!

TomO lead the way today heading off for his first scuba dive which he did at Clifton Gardens, on beautiful Sydney Harbour…

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 Despite Janet and I quite comfortably diving out of airplanes and loving water sports, we’ve never harboured the desire to scuba dive! So TomO has set a first for our family!

Crikey, adventure hey, good on you mate.

Bravo TomO!

Photos: Janet Planet

Contemplation (Aussie Beach Culture)

Contemplation (Aussie Beach Culture)

Merewether Beach, Newcastle, Australia…

Photo: Baz, The Landy

The Shed (The Sweat Room)

The Shed - The font of all worldy knowledge
The Shed – The Sweat Room

The training shed up in the backyard was in full action this morning with a 10,000-metre row to the sounds of Deep Purple at silly o’clock…

 As much as I enjoy strength and weight training, I can’t expect to be a 100-kilogram gorilla and climb mountains, but the weight training has kept me going over these past few months…

Baz - A daily dose of weight bearing exercise
Baz – A daily dose of weight bearing exercise

 Hey, keep your fingers crossed that my Achilles tendon that I had surgically repaired earlier this year holds up!

And it seems to be as I start ramping up the cardio exercise and I must say it makes a pleasant change to the weight training.

As part of training for the mountains I am working towards a 100 kilometre-running race (I use the term running sparingly) through the mountains that I regularly hike and that takes place in September 2014.

Baz - heading up "The Hill"
Baz – heading up “The Hill”

And I’ll need every bit of that time to prepare, and the last mountain running I did was in one of the world’s toughest endurance races, the Speight’s Coast to Coast Adventure Race in New Zealand in 2012.

And yes, that Kiwi brother-in-law of mine is hot on my heels pushing me, again!

Tongio "the Kiwi" and baz
Tongio “the Kiwi” and Baz

I’m also planning to cycle the iconic Birdsville Track in outback Australia in April 2014.  It is roughly 500 kilometres in length and the aim is to ride as much as I can on my Canondale 29-er Mountain Bike.

Dream big I say, and of course, live to the motto that  “those that don’t think it can be done shouldn’t bother the person doing it.”

Grey's Peak New Zealand
Baz on top of Grey’s Peak, New Zealand

 Cheers, Baz – The Landy

A Superb Fairy Wren (In the Australian Bush)

A Superb Fairy Wren (In the Australian Bush)

A couple of days ago we were “Out and About” in the Australian Bush at Gloucester Tops and what a glorious day it was.

Ham left over from Christmas lunch on freshly baked sour dough bread, a swim in a mountain stream, and company of family and friends.

Crikey, it doesn’t get any better than that, hey!

Anyway, while we where there I managed to snap a picture of this beautiful Blue Wren…

Photo: Baz, The Landy

A Seedpod (In the Australian Bush)

A Seedpod (In the Australian Bush)

There are some wonderful things to see when Out and About in the Australian Bush.

There are landscapes that stretch from horizon to horizon under a never-ending blue sky, some unique animals, and some things you need to go searching for, or you just happen to come across.

A couple of weeks ago I was bush-walking up in Yengo National Park and the lovely contrast in this little seedpod caught my eye…

How good is it!

Crikey, you wouldn’t be dead for quids, hey?

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Dope on a Rope (Over Australia)

How good is this… just hanging out, a dope on a rope…

Sublime Point, Blue Mountains, Australia
Sublime Point, Blue Mountains, Australia
(Big Bad) Baz on  Sweet Dream, Blue Mountains, Australia
(Big Bad) Baz on Sweet Dream, Blue Mountains, Australia
Just hanging out - On Sweet Dreams
Just hanging out – On Sweet Dreams

 

Ever played Twister? It helps!
Ever played Twister? It helps!

Strewth I’ve got to get back to some climbing, and what better place than a climb on Sweet Dreams in the Blue Mountains just to the west of Sydney…now there’s a thought!

And hey, remember, if all else fails, just take a running leap at life, see what develops and live to the motto…

“Those that don’t think it can be done shouldn’t bother the person doing it”…

If all else fails, just take a running leap at life...
If all else fails, just take a running leap at life…

(Big Bad) Baz…

Living Works Of Art (In the Australian Bush)

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A Fringed Lily – Minute and as Delicate as life itself…

Perhaps this will come as little surprise, but today we were Out and About in the Australian Bush…

TomO was having a sleep over at a friends place, although the term sleepover is used merely to highlight that he wasn’t at home with us, because if I know those boys there would have been little sleep happening.

Hell, come to think of it, the poor bloke was probably cleaning up the aftermath of the dinner party we enjoyed with the parents of TomO’s mate last night…

Now nothing ever seems to happen in our house before a cup of tea has been taken, which shouldn’t be that surprising as Janet’s father, Archie, was a tea importer, so after our mandatory cup of tea this morning we boarded The Landy, camera gear at the ready, and headed about 50-kilometres to the north of Sydney into Yengo National Park.

This park is a favourite of ours and we have spent many hours atop Devil’s Mountain watching the sun set on the the park’s western horizon, or Burragurra as it is known by Australia’s first inhabitants.

The mountain has many aboriginal rock engravings etched into its surface, including the spirit footprints of Wa-boo-ee, the creator of heaven and earth.  In aboriginal legend he stepped from here to Mount Yengo in one stride and then ascended back into the sky.

Yengo National Park
Mt Yengo, Australia

All this, just to the north of Australia’s most populous city, strewth, how did we Aussies’s get so lucky?

And you know how I tend to rave on about the Australian Bush and Outback, well just take another look at the beautiful example of a Fringed Lily.  They are so minute and in flower presently.

And as harsh as the Australian Bush can be it is such a fragile environment producing what can only be described as Living Works of Art…just like the Fringed Lily!

Crikey, all together now, say it!

(Big Bad) Baz, we wouldn’t wouldn’t be dead for quid’s!

Photos: (Big Bad) Baz, The Landy

In search of Gold and Ghouls (In the Australian Bush)

Hill End
“The Landy” mobbed by locals

We spent the past weekend touring through the Hill End region nearby to Sydney in our new Outback Touring vehicle, a Toyota 79 Series Dual Cab.

Dare I call it “The Landy”.

And it proved to be popular with the locals who mobbed it as we neared the historic gold mining town.

This was a Gold and Ghouls weekend, for it was in the early 1850s that the discovery of gold at Ophir, not too far from Hill End in the State’s Central West, that created Australia’s first gold rush.

It was almost over as quickly as it began and very few found the fortune that they came in search of, and of course those that prospered most were the people who ran the stores, supplying equipment and provisions to the miners, and the many hotels that quenched the thirst of those who were looking for the “big strike”.

Hill End, Australia
Hill End, Australia

Hill End is a historic town administered by the New South Wales National Parks. There is a pub, a store, and plenty of old buildings that give a glimpse into how life might have been in those heady gold fever days. For the more energetic, there is a walk to Bald Hill where there was a lot of mining activity.

And the Royal Hotel is a great place to have a beer, or two, and a meal in the bistro.

Country Pub
Royal Hotel, Hill End, Australia

Leaving Sydney we travelled the Great Western Highway via Bathurst and the small township of Sofala.

We camped at Glendora campground, which is located about 1.5 kilometres from the pub and is well equipped to take caravans and camper trailers, with powered and unpowered sites available and self-registration. In fact this is a good spot for larger groups with full facilities including electric barbecues and hot showers.

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There is also a campground in the centre of town, which was about half full…

Leaving Hill End on Sunday we travelled back to Bathurst via Dixon’s Long Point Road, a four-wheel drive track that winds its way down to a rocky creek crossing on the Macquarie River.

Macquarie River, Australia
Macquarie River, Australia
Track Tvan
The Landy + Tvan

“The Landy” had its first workout and performed admirably, although it was hardly taxing for the big V8-engine housed under a bonnet as big as a football field.

The views are spectacular and you can camp by the river and wile away the day under a deep blue sky…

The drive down to the river takes about one hour, depending on whether you stop along the way to visit the Cornish Roasting Pits, which we didn’t do on this particular occasion.

Travelling on you eventually come to Ophir Reserve which is located in a gorge where the Summer Hill and Lewis Creeks converge, and it was from here that the gold in the gold medals presented at 2000 Sydney Olympics was mined.

A great spot for a picnic, and it didn’t take long before TomO found a rope swing.

TomO, young and carefree...
TomO –  young and carefree…

Leaving Ophir it is less than an hour drive to Bathurst and another couple of hours back to Sydney.

And what about the Ghouls I hear you ask?

The National Park Rangers do a Ghost Tour that takes in a number of properties in Hill End and can be organised with about a week’s notice. It was uncertain whether “The Landy” would be finished in time for this trip so we thought we’d keep the ghost tour up our sleeve, giving us a reason to return again soon…

Hill End, Australia
Hill End, Australia

For anyone visiting the central west of New South Wales, Hill End and a tour of the region is well worth the experience. And there is some good four-wheel driving to be done, if you are inclined. Otherwise the Dixon Long Point Road is easily traversable and will reward you with some stunning vistas of the Australian Bush…

Photos: Baz, The Landy, and Janet Planet…

White Cliffs – Outback Australia (Where’s Baz)

Underground Motel
White Cliffs, Outback Australia

I’ve had a little bit of hiatus from the keyboard over the past couple of weeks and perhaps you’ve may have been thinking where’s Baz, has he gone underground or something…

Well talking about going underground, I took this photo late in the afternoon at White Cliffs, Outback Australia on one of our recent trips…

And just below the surface is the Underground Motel where we stayed in rooms fashioned out of an old mine.  White Cliffs is an opal mining town, whose day time temperatures in summer can be above a ‘hundred on the old Fahrenheit scale for weeks on end and below zero at night in the depths of winter.

White Cliffs, Underground Motel
White Cliffs, Underground Motel

Seemingly, there is little happening on the climbing front just at the moment, even though I have recovered sufficiently from the operations earlier in the year, I’ve just lost a bit of zest for it.

Baz, Southern Alps, New Zealand
Baz, Southern Alps, New Zealand

Isn’t life funny sometimes, hey!

I wanted to be on those high mountains so badly earlier this year, in fact I was scheduled to be in Nepal climbing this month, and now I’m struggling to get motivated enough to get back out there – so fingers crossed for me!

And crikey, in the meantime, it is Janet’s scones cooked in a camp oven in the Outback and TomO’s antics whilst on tour– and there’s nothing wrong with that!

Photos: Baz, The Landy

Rounding up the sheep (Is easy)

Rounding up the sheep (Is easier)

Try rounding up a teenager to do the dishes, and homework, and, heaven forbid, tidy up the bedroom…

Anyone with a teenager in the house will get the picture! 😉

But hey, we wouldn’t change that for the world, but where are those shears, his hair is getting a little bit long!

Click go the shears boys, click, click, click….

Photo: Baz, The Landy

We can’t Let our Old Bushmen die (A tale from the Bush)

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The gathered crowd were anxious to witness a remarkable feat by a man and his whip and with little effort it coiled down the road accompanied by the sound of a thunderous clap.

Mind you, this was no ordinary whip, and no ordinary man who gripped its handle firmly. This is a whip measuring 66 feet in length, and weighing in at 17-kilograms.

Richard had done this a thousand times before and it made my attempt to crack a whip a fraction of its size rather feeble indeed.

The small township of Murringo, situated in the Central-West of New South Wales, was abuzz, and it was almost a carnival atmosphere as people travelled from both nearby, and further afield, to celebrate the opening of the 150 year old Hancock’s Store with owners Richard and Leah Taubman.

The sign above the small, but quaint, building proudly announced “Taubman & Webb, Trading Post – A Tribute Centre to Richard Taubman and the Late Syd Bayliss”.

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The Webb part of Taubman and Webb, referring to Craig Webb, a best mate and earlier partner of Richard in a leather making business.

But the store, lovingly restored by Leah and a close family friend, Paul, over a period of two-years and supported wholeheartedly by the local community, is more than just a Trading Store, equally, it is a fine tribute to a true man of the Australian Bush, Syd Bayliss.

Syd’s story is one of a boy who served his country in the First World War after enlisting in the army at the young age of fifteen.  It is a story of his passion for the timeless craft of leather plaiting, and one of a man travelling our wonderful country in search of work, of the hardships he endured, and the laughs he shared with those fortunate to meet him.

Syd was no ordinary man…

Mind you, Syd was born into a time in Australia’s past when it was hard to find any ordinary man or woman.

At 13-years of age a young Richard Taubman became entranced by Syd’s story and willingly sought him out, encouraged by his parents to learn the craft that this man of the bush had perfected so beautifully.

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Despite the large age difference, Syd took Richard under his wing, becoming a mentor, and more importantly, a lifelong friend; a friendship that spanned the decades until his death in 1983.

Richard has dedicated a large part of his life to ensuring we don’t forget Syd and the men and women like him who forged a path, a tortuous one at times, for future generations of young Australians.

He has written a self-published book about Syd titled “One of The last” and ensured the story of his life is preserved for all in the Stockman’s Hall of Fame at Longreach, in Queensland.

On learning the old Hancock’s Store was for sale, Leah jumped at the opportunity to acquire it and Sunday’s grand opening was the culmination of her vision of restoring it to its former glory. It now stands proudly as a living tribute to the store that Syd owned in the town of Tumut, a tannery and saddlery store named The Valley of the Whites Trading Post, a tribute that Richard has long dreamed of doing.

And rest assured Leah has renovated Hancock’s Store true to its original form.

But it wasn’t all hard work, as Heather, the owner of the Ploughman’s Inn situated next door and now used by her as a private residence attested in a wonderful speech that she gave on behalf of the local community.  She fondly recalled how the sound of country and western music serenaded her as tea and scones were served for morning tea on the verandah of the store as the restoration progressed.

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Country and western music was a feature of the day with Syd’s brother-in-law, David, penning and singing a song as his own tribute to Richard.

And a highlight was witnessing Joy McKean, the wife of the late and great Slim Dusty, doing the official honour of cutting a ribbon to officially open Hancock’s Store after giving a wonderful account of her and Slim’s first meeting with Richard, and of her own childhood days of growing up, in the Australian bush.

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Joy spoke about how both she and Slim where enthralled all those years ago by the passion that this young man and roustabout, Richard, held for the Australian way of life, our culture, our heritage. Something Slim and Joy wrote and sang about together to generations of Australians prior to Slim’s passing in 2003.

All Australian’s owe a great debt of gratitude to Leah for having the vision, the patience and the perseverance to bring Hancock’s Store back to its former glory. Too often we see buildings like Hancock’s Store slipping into decay in our rural towns, in our own communities, and I swear that as I walked through the store I could hear the echo of voices long gone whispering their thanks to Leah…

And I am certain that when Slim penned the song “We’ve done us proud” that he had men just like Richard, a big bloke, with a big heart, and a hat and whip just as big to match, at the forefront of his mind.

Thanks to Richard the inspiring and moving story of Syd Bayliss lives on and so does his craft through his skillful hands…

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On the drive home to Sydney, back to the big smoke, I quietly reflected that for as long as we have people like Richard and Leah, visionaries with a love of the Australian Bush and of the people who have made Australia what it is today, there is little risk that  our “Old Bushmen will ever die”.

Photos: Baz, The Landy

Mutawintji Gorge (Outback Australia)

Australian landscapes

Mutawintji Gorge is spectacular for its towering rusty red rock cliffs and overhangs, its magnificent rock pool, cool and soothing on a hot outback day…

 We took the time to wile away the hours at the base of the cliffs, and later climbing them…an oasis in the desert, a timeless place, inhabited by an ancient people.

 Photo: Baz, The Landy

Strewth – Just for a good old fashioned laugh (At Landrover’s)

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Being the owner of three Landrover Defenders has meant that I have trebly been the brunt of many Landrover jokes!

And crikey, for sure, I’ve got a good sense of humour, but I swore that I would never tell “Landy” jokes after I bought a new Toyota Landrcruiser…but, 

 

 Driving in my Landcruiser

The "Landy" Mural

Driving in my Landcruiser

A truck that won’t rust

Looking in the rearview

“The Landy’s” in my dust

*

Put in the “diff-locks”

And start headin’ up some hills

There’s no need to worry

No more hefty “Landy” bills

*

Take a good look underneath

You’ll see no oil drips

She’s dry as a whistle

Like parched desert lips

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And when it’s time to turnaround

To point our way back home

There’s one thing that’s rest assured

There’ll be no breakdown moan!

😉

ps: I sold “The Landy” and it has gone to a new home!

The Bush Christening (On the outer Barcoo)

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The Barcoo River

Rivers, creeks, and billabongs, they have a way of drawing you in, somewhat like a divining rod in search of water.

Australia has a wonderful maze of inland river systems, which, at times dry up leaving waterholes, or billabongs, as we know them…

They feature heavily in stories and poems, songs and prose, of the Australian Outback.

Recently we camped beside a billabong, nearby to the Darling River, one of Australia’s largest, which slowly meanders its way towards a confluence with the mighty Murray River at Wentworth.

Steamboats plied their trade along the river as far north as Bourke, carrying supplies to the towns that dotted the Darling, transporting wool bales back to the cities on the return trip. Of course, drought, of which there were many, could see the boats stranded for long periods of time.

This land attracted many writers, inspired by the wide open spaces of the Australian Outback, and included Henry Lawson, whom I wrote about recently, and Banjo Paterson.

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The (Dusty) Road less Travelled

They are two of my favourite Australian writers.

Simply, their writings are timeless, despite both passing long-ago, you can sit by a billabong or a river and hear the echo of the men, and women, they wrote about, the friendly banter, the sorrow, the laughs, the tears, the highs and the lows.

Both men travelled extensively in some of my favourite parts of the Australian Outback.

One such place is the Barcoo River, nearby to the town of Jundah and the Welford National Park in far western-Queensland.  A small town of not too many people, where the pub, owned and operated by Monica, is the go to place to hear news, a social epicentre for the area.

Parched and Dry Country
Parched and Dry Country

Lawson and Paterson, parched from travelling the dusty land, would have quenched their thirst at establishments just like the Jundah Pub!

Banjo Paterson was especially inspired by the Barcoo and surrounding area.

We travelled to this area to visit the site of Maggee’s Shanty and Richard Magoffin’s Grave which were not too far from Jundah and the Welford National Park. Those familiar with the writing’s of Banjo Paterson will recognise this is the place immortalised in his poem A Bush Christening.

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Maggee Shanty – A Bush Christening

The grave of Richard Magoffin, who perished in 1885, is nearby.

Magoffin came to Australia from County Down in Ireland in 1853, digging for gold in Victoria and fighting at Eureka. Later he settled with a brother at Chiltern, Victoria, before moving to Bourke, where they sank dams and ran a carting business before tough times sent them further north, to Queensland.

There was very little to see of Maggee’s Shanty, although a plaque indicated its site, but Magoffin’s Grave was very well kept.

And under darkened skies, with the threat of rain present, we huddled together at the site of Maggee’s Shanty, and read…

The Bush Christening – By AB ‘Banjo’ Paterson

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,

                  And men of religion are scanty,

On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk that are lost,

                  One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,

                  Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;

He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest

                  For the youngster had never been christened,

And his wife used to cry, “If the darlin’ should die

                  Saint Peter would not recognise him.”

But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,

                  Who agreed straightaway to baptise him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,

                  With his ear to the keyhole was listenin’,

And he muttered in fright while his features turned white,

                  “What the divil and all is this christenin’?”

He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,

                  And it seemed to his small understanding,

If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,

                  It must mean something very like branding.

So away with a rush he set off for the bush,

                  While the tears in his eyelids they glistened-

“‘Tis outrageous,” says he, “to brand youngsters like me,

                  I’ll be dashed if I’ll stop to be christened!”

Like a young native dog he ran into a log,

                  And his father with language uncivil,

Never heeding the “praste” cried aloud in his haste,

                  “Come out and be christened, you divil!”

But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,

                  And his parents in vain might reprove him,

Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)

                  “I’ve a notion,” says he, “that’ll move him.”

“Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;

                  Poke him aisy-don’t hurt him or maim him,

‘Tis not long that he’ll stand, I’ve the water at hand,

                  As he rushes out this end I’ll name him.

“Here he comes, and for shame! ye’ve forgotten the name-

                  Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?”

Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout-

                  “Take your chance, anyhow, wid ‘Maginnis’!”

As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub

                  Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,

The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head

                  That was labelled “Maginnis’s Whisky!”

And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,

                  And the one thing he hates more than sin is

To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke,

                  How he came to be christened “Maginnis”!

The Bulletin, 16 December 1893.

As a footnote, the heavens opened up as we walked back to the vehicle bringing much needed rain to the area, but turning the roads into a slippery brown sludge.

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Covered in mud

The Landy, with Tvan in tow, arrived in Quilpie a few hours later covered in mud!

Such is life, but what a great day with my two favourite people…

By the Billabong
By the Billabong with Janet and TomO (the walking hat!)
Photos by: Baz, The Landy

From the Outback

The author of a blog titled tiny lessons blog’ contacted me recently and asked could she use one of my photographs for a poem she would like to write.

Of course, I told her, and she has done the photograph great justice in the way she has digitally altered the way it presents, and with the poem that the photograph inspired her to write.

The photograph was taken a number of years ago in the Simpson Desert, Outback Australia. It is the fourth largest desert in Australia and it is the world’s largest sand dune desert.
Travelling from East to West, I spent around five-days in the desert crossing about 700 sand dunes and covered around the same distance in kilometres, so a sand dune almost every kilometre.

Accompanying me on the trip was my father Brian, my mother Fay, and son TomO, who was around three-years old at the time.

It was a wonderful trip on many levels, my parents loved being taken to a place they had never travelled before, especially with their grandson. They had a passion for travel, but would never had contemplated a trip like this, and lived vicariously through the travels that I undertook with Janet…
For TomO, I weaned him off his bottle on this trip, and he threw away his night-time nappy…
And me, well it was great to be out with a wonderful family, although we did miss Janet, who was spending time with her sisters in the Margaret River Region of West Australia…

Please be sure to visit tiny lessons blog, where the author describes herself as a, happy beach bum, former director, active world traveller, so-so wife, mother, grandmother, and good friend. And adding, that she is not a photographer, but a pretty creative illustrator.

Thanks tiny, and to all, be sure to visit “down under” one of these days, we’d love to see you!

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I got a post card

from the Outback

sent by me in the future.

It simply said:

I had solitude for breakfast

and bird’s song for dinner

my soul is embedded

in the vastness of nature

a magical, golden place

where the trails are marked

“This way to heaven.”

Thanks Baz, the Landy,  for permission to work on one of your wonderful photos from the outback. Folks, check them out at https://thelandy.com/ .

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Dawn breaks over Australia’s Outback (In a brilliance of colour)

Dawn break over Australia’s Outback (In a brilliance of colour)

Dawn and the hour or so before the sun pierces the eastern horizon is a favourite time of day for me.

And when travelling in the Australian Outback I am often rewarded with a view like this one, captured at Welford National Park…

Crikey, tickle me pink, how good is this sunrise over in the Outback.

Photo by: Baz, The Landy (how can I tell? Janet and TomO aren’t early risers!)

Sand Dune Country (In the Australian Outback)

National Parks in Australia

I love the colours in this photo they take me to the Outback, no matter where I am…

What do you reckon?

Photo by: Baz, The Landy

“The Hill” (In search of the real gems)

Broken Hill
The Living Desert

 

Australia has many outback towns that are full of charm, old buildings, magnificent pubs or watering-holes, and of course, just as many characters to fill them.

There are also some hidden gems to be found, if you scratch the surface deep enough and spend the time to fossick around, talk to the locals who might be just willing to point you in the right direction.

And you can bet there is always some healthy and good natured banter at the coming together of the city and country folk, especially if it is over a cold beer.

Hotel
An Outback Pub

Broken Hill, a frontier town on the far western border of New South Wales, is one place that will need little introduction to most Australian’s.  A town built on the back of silver and the hard toil of the men who worked the mines, and the women who supported them. It is the original home of the Big Australian, the Broken Hill Proprietary Company, or BHP as it later became known, and the nearby area of Silverton was the site of the Mad Max Movies starring Mel Gibson…

It also has a great pub, The Silverton Hotel!

It was with great anticipation that we drove The Landy into town a couple of weeks ago as it was the staging post for our travels into Mutawintji National Park.

Ancient Land
Mutawintji National Park – An Ancient Land

And speaking of characters, we were able to catch up with a local resident of The Hill, a man who oozed knowledge of the area and a passion for sharing it, over a cold beer of course!

Dave Beharre was aware of a love I have of Broken Hill and the Corner Country region.  Contacting me ahead of our visit, Dave offered information on places that we might find of interest, knowledge collected from the many years spent as a tour guide operating out of Broken Hill.

Outback Australia
The Old Cobb and Co Coach Route – Broken Hill to White Cliffs

TomO, an avid reader, was thrilled to be presented with some books on the area from Dave…

Such is the way of the people of Australia’s outback, a tough, no-nonsense people, embodied with a pioneering spirit and a heart of gold…

And talking about scratching the surface and finding a gem, we visited the Living Desert Reserve just outside of town and situated on a hill that provides majestic views over the harsh, but wonderfully beautiful countryside.

Country of the Wilyakkali People who traditionally occupied the lands around Broken Hill.

The Reserve is set on 2,400 hectares of land and has a number of walking trails that you can traverse. At its centre-piece, perched atop a hill, is a number of sculptures carved from sandstone rock, around 52 tonnes of it brought in from the MacCulloch Ranges, a range situated about 250 kilometres to the east of Broken Hill.

Broken Hill
Living Scultures

The sculptures were completed in 1993 by artists from around the world in collaboration with Australia’s first inhabitants, the aborigines.

The story of the bringing together of all these different people and cultures, sculpting by day and at night, dancing and singing by the glow of a warm fire under a sparkling outback sky, and in tongues native to their own lands, is one that portrays a spirit of human co-operation.

The sculptures include Nhatji – the Rainbow Serpent, Thomasina – the Water bird, the Bride, Motherhood, Moon Goddess, Tiwi Totems, and the Jaguar – Bajo El Sol Jaguar. 

The latter, a creation of an Aztec Sculptor from Mexico.

Diamantina National Park
An Endless Sky and Endless Horizon – Outback Australia

Broken Hill is more than an Outback Town, it is a living beauty, touched by sunrises whose rays reach out to breathe life into the land, and of sunsets that redden the parched, dusty ground with a brilliance that is hard to define, but awe-inspiring as the sun slips below a far-off western horizon…

 Above all else, “The Hill” is a town full of endearing people – they are the real gems that you will find there!

Photos: Baz, The Landy

Fly Nets and Veils (Or the Aussie Salute)

Fly net
You choose the caption – comment below

Seemingly, our land down under is cursed with the world’s largest population of flies.  They tickle your nostrils, gather on your back, shelter in your ears and heaven forbid, get swallowed with every breathe you take, well almost…

 And here is the thing, where do they go at the end of each day, you know, the sun goes down and they disappear faster than Wally when it is his shout down at the local footy club.

It is like in an instant, the sun slips below the horizon and it is pure bliss, well at least for five minutes, which is usually the time it takes to go and find a light to put on.  Strewth, flick the switch and some weird and wonderful bugs appear out of no-where…

 It had me thinking on this trip, yes I did have a couple of beers, so the mind was fluid, but I mean, did the bugs clock-on when the flies clocked-off?

Or was it a case of the same horse, just different eyebrows, and in fact it was just the flies dressed up. Lets’ face it, they had the time, cause if I said it took me five minutes to get out a light, it was probably ten minutes by the time I finished my beer, had another, and then flicked the light, so they had time!

Janet has just asked me where I’m heading with this, which is just as well because I’m not really sure…

But anyway, you can either put up with the little blighters, wave your hand around your face from time to time, pretend you didn’t really swallow one or two, or you can grab a fly net and whack it over your head.

TomO and I have generally opted for the viewpoint that they are a source of protein, and casually ignore the fact they have probably spent the last hour or so sunning themselves on a cow patty, or you can go the Janet option and grab a veil.

I snapped this photo of Janet, with fly veil at the ready, whilst Out and About last week, and I’ve been fascinated by the look on her face – what was she thinking…?

 So I invite you to put a caption on the photo…over to you!

Design a logo Competition (And the winner is)

Mural for "The Landy"
Mural for “The Landy”

We are not long back from the Australian Outback and planning is underway for a couple of trips next year, already!

 We were travelling in “The Landy” our original Outback travelling machine, although we did take delivery of the new vehicle just before leaving for the big sky and red soil country…

Prior to leaving I was inviting you to send a design for a mural that will go on the side of the canopy of the new vehicle and I was also asking you to suggest some names for the new vehicle.

Camp Fire
Camp Fire by the Billabong – Outback Australia

 I’m pleased to say that after a few beers and wines around the camp-fire we have a winner.  In fact, the winner was a clear stand-out, and was produced by Sassy who has a wonderful blog called Sasieology

In her bio, Sassy writes that she has made a promise to visit at least one new place and try at least one new activity every year…

I’m yet to see Australia turn up on her blog, but perhaps she’ll visit wearing her new Akubra hat one day!

Strewth, not sure how we’ll find her a good feed out in the “beef” country we frequently visit though as she is a self-confessed plant-based vegetarian.

And hey, don’t you go misreading me here, nothing wrong with that…if you’re a rabbit

But, do baked beans count?  We love baked bean jaffles on our travels…

Whilst we have modified the original design that Sassy sketched, she fully captured the essence of what we were looking for, perfectly!

A mural that depicts a vehicle that will cross the Sydney Harbour Bridge in full view of the Sydney Opera House and the magnificent Sydney Harbour most days, but equally, be at home in the red ochre deserts of the Australian Outback.

Outback Australia
The Old Cobb & Co Stage Coach Route – Broken Hill to White Cliffs

That is the work this vehicle will be put to, much the same as “The Original Landy”.

Just a sec, Janet is asking have I sold “The Landy” in order to pay for the new one…

“Yes, working on it sweetie” 😉

Anyway, let’s not get bogged down in a small domestic issue here, so Sassy, we’ll be sending you…

  • An original Akubra Outback Club Hat,
  • A jar of our prized Australian vegemite,
  • Two packets of Tim Tams (you’ll love these!), and
  • A bottle of our famous Bundy Rum.

And that brings us to the determination of a winner for a name.

Despite receiving many suggestions, we could not agree on one, preferring to leave the new vehicle simply as “The Landy”.

We placed the name of all who participated into an Akubra Hat, yes mine, and pulled out a winner, Nancy, who has a blog titled My Year of Sweat.

I’m betting she’ll love those Tim Tams and with all the exercise she’s be doing, knocking off a couple of packets of our delicious Tim Tams won’t be a problem.  And I’m betting the rum will go down well.

So please make direct contact so I can arrange to send you the following goodies…

  • A jar of our prized Australian vegemite,
  • Two packets of Tim Tams (you’ll love these!), and
  • A bottle of our famous Bundy Rum

And don’t tell Janet, but after a couple of beers around the fire I thought what is another Akubra Outback Club Hat between bank balances…

After all the cost of this vehicle makes the United States National Debt look healthy…

The "New" Landy
The “New” Landy

So not only will I be sending you some of our favourite Aussie tucker, we’ll get you to size up for a hat as well…

 Hey, keep an eye out for those big sky country photos, we took heaps!

And by the way, thanks to everyone for having a go, because for sure, that is the Aussie Way…  

Cheers, Baz – The Landy

“When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed” (Toorale Homestead)

Toorale Shearing Shed
The Shearing Shed

Being an avid reader of colloquial poetry I welcomed the opportunity to once again be out in the countryside that inspired the great Australian Poet, Henry Lawson…

For those not familiar, Henry Lawson was a poet, a writer of fiction, and many will argue, Australia’s greatest writer.

Earlier this year we packed ourselves into “The Landy” and headed to Grenfell, his birthplace in the Central West of New South Wales, to attend the Henry Lawson festival, as well as just getting Out and About – of course!

On our most recent trip to the outback we visited Toorale Station which was a vast sheep and cattle property before its purchase by the Federal Government in  2008 and development into a National Park in 2010.

The purchase of the property did have political overtones, and was done, in part, to release water that was used for cotton growing back to the river systems.

At the time it drew a mixed response, but that is a debate for others…

Toorale had at its centre, a magnificent homestead, with a glass ceiling ball-room, sprawling verandahs, wonderful gardens and hand-painted wall paper.

Standing at the gate, my mind’s eye could picture a by-gone area, of women in long-white dresses sipping tea from delicate porcelain china, shaded by the afternoon sun by one of the many trees in the manicured garden, while men toiled on the land..

Toorale National Park
Toorale Homestead, Outback Australia

Janet, with a sly grin, casually mentioned how things had changed whilst casting an eye towards TomO and I…

Set at the confluence of the Warrego and Darling Rivers it remains a place of cultural significance to Australia’s first people, specifically the traditional owners, the Kurnu-Baakandji / Paakantji People.

Toorale National Park
Ross Morris, Toorale Homestead

Ross Morris, a member of the Kurnu-Baakandji /  Paakantji family, showed us around and was enthusiastic about the opportunities ahead for the park, especially the cultural centre, which is teaching their traditional language, heritage and beliefs to younger members of their community.

In fact, it is now a language module offered at the local school in the nearby town of Bourke…

Ross spoke fondly of the time his father and grandfather spent on Toorale, and of the original owner, Samuel McCaughey, later Sir Samuel.

And it was Ross’s proclamation that it is no longer Black and White, a nice pun I thought, when he explained that we all have a bond to Toorale, whether through traditional ownership, or the heritage created by earlier settlers to the region.

His attitude brought a smile to my parched lips, as I love learning about aboriginal culture and history, something TomO shares in common with me…

Ross’s viewpoint was also echoed by other first Australians’ we spent time with on this trip, on our visit to Mutawintji and Peery Lake.

Samuel McCaughey was by all accounts a big-hearted bachelor and built Toorale for his much admired niece, Louisa, but tragically corporate ownership of the property in more recent times saw it decay and it is currently very dilapidated and in need of substantial repairs.

Old Building
Toorale Homestead, Outback Australia

Janet and I asked each other how could such a treasure be left to ruin in the elements, Ross shook his head…

But what of Henry Lawson I hear you ask?

Henry spent the later part of 1892 working as a roustabout on the property and it has even been suggested that he penned one of his poems “When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed” whilst working in the shearing shed on Toorale…

Sheep Shearing
The Old Shearing Shed, Toorale Station, Outback Australia

Perhaps he did, but I cannot say that was the case with any certainty, but nor does it matter, as the “Toorale Shearing Shed” is typical of shearing sheds all over this great country of ours…

TomO, Janet and I were presented with a great treat whilst admiring the shearing shed.

A lady who was travelling with us on this particular day, Janice, stood in front of the shed and recited, with great aplomb…

“When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed” – By Henry Lawson 

‘THE LADIES are coming,’ the super says
To the shearers sweltering there,
And ‘the ladies’ means in the shearing shed:
‘Don’t cut ’em too bad. Don’t swear.’
The ghost of a pause in the shed’s rough heart,
And lower is bowed each head;
And nothing is heard, save a whispered word,
And the roar of the shearing-shed.

The tall, shy rouser has lost his wits,
And his limbs are all astray;
He leaves a fleece on the shearing-board,
And his broom in the shearer’s way.
There’s a curse in store for that jackaroo
As down by the wall he slants—
And the ringer bends with his legs askew
And wishes he’d ‘patched them pants.’

They are girls from the city. (Our hearts rebel
As we squint at their dainty feet.)
And they gush and say in a girly way
That ‘the dear little lambs’ are ‘sweet.’
And Bill, the ringer, who’d scorn the use
Of a childish word like ‘damn,’
Would give a pound that his tongue were loose
As he tackles a lively lamb.

Swift thoughts of homes in the coastal towns—
Or rivers and waving grass—
And a weight on our hearts that we cannot define
That comes as the ladies pass.
But the rouser ventures a nervous dig
In the ribs of the next to him;
And Barcoo says to his pen-mate: ‘Twig
‘The style of the last un, Jim.’

Jim Moonlight gives her a careless glance—
Then he catches his breath with pain—
His strong hand shakes and the sunlights dance
As he bends to his work again.
But he’s well disguised in a bristling beard,
Bronzed skin, and his shearer’s dress;
And whatever Jim Moonlight hoped or feared
Were hard for his mates to guess.

Jim Moonlight, wiping his broad, white brow,
Explains, with a doleful smile:
‘A stitch in the side,’ and ‘he’s all right now’—
But he leans on the beam awhile,
And gazes out in the blazing noon
On the clearing, brown and bare—
She has come and gone, like a breath of June,
In December’s heat and glare.

The bushmen are big rough boys at the best,
With hearts of a larger growth;
But they hide those hearts with a brutal jest,
And the pain with a reckless oath.
Though the Bills and Jims of the bush-bard sing
Of their life loves, lost or dead,
The love of a girl is a sacred thing
Not voiced in a shearing-shed.

(© Henry Lawson)  

If you are travelling in this part of the world, be sure to give Ross a call, he can be found at the National Parks Office in Bourke…

And remember, if all else fails, remain out of control and see what develops!

Photos: Baz, The Landy

Watching, always watching (In the Australian Outback)

Watching, always watching (In the Australian Outback)

The Australian Emu is prolific in the outback regions we have been travelling through, following a couple of good seasons of rain.

This one was captured on camera in Mutawintji National Park.

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Dawn breaks at the Billabong (Outback Australia)

Dawn breaks at the Billabong (Outback Australia)

Crikey, how would you love to this wake up to this view each day?

Outback Australia, you just got to love it, hey!

We are currently travelling in the Outback, exploring a lot of aboriginal rock art, engravings, and paintings…

And in between, enjoying a yarn, and a couple of ale’s around the camp-fire…

Strewth, roll me over and tickle me pink, I don’t reckon it gets any better than this…

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Outback Australia (Mutawintji National Park)

Dawn breaks over Mutawintji
Dawn breaks over Mutawintji

Have you ever wondered what it is like to stay in an underground motel, a room dug into a side of a hill?

Tonight our accommodation is the Underground Motel at White Cliffs in far-western New South Wales.

TomO and I have been frequent visitors over the years, stopping off on our way to and from the Outback, but seemingly, Janet has never been on those trips, so tonight is a first for her.

And what a welcome sight the reception was, standing tall on Smith’s Hill, about the only hill in sight for a hundred or so miles, well not quite, but the landscape is very flat and barren.

We have spent the past three days in Mutawinji National Park undertaking a number of walks through the magnificent gorges set in the rugged and fiery red Byngnano Range. And the wildlife was beautiful…

Kangaroo - Mutawintji NP
Kangaroo – Mutawintji NP

Mutawintji is the tribal area of the Makyankapa and Pandjikali people.

Aboriginal people have lived and hunted in this area for thousands of years and during our stay in the park we spent time with an aboriginal elder who took us to view some rock art and engravings of great significance to his people.

Mutawintji Hand Painting
Mutawintji Hand Painting

Mark shared the love of his land, his people, his culture with great passion and enthusiasm and we look forward to meeting up with him once again in the future, to share the experience of this great land together…

Strewth, you wouldn’t be dead for quid’s, hey!

Photos: Baz, The Landy

Outback Australia (On tour in Mutawinji National Park)

Outback Australia
Outback Australia

We left Sydney a couple of days ago in “The Landy” heading west for a tour of Mutawinji National Park and Outback New South Wales.

Our trip to Mutawinji National Park in far western New South Wales, and Trilby Station, situated on the Darling River, will give us some great exposure to Australian Outback Landscapes.

Mutwawinji NP is about 130-kilometres to the north of Broken Hill and situated in the Bynguano Range.

Apart from the natural beauty of the park, with its many gorges, rock-pools, and red gum lined creek beds, it is of great significance to aboriginal people who have been visiting the area for thousands of years to avail themselves of the food and water. The area has also been used for ceremonial reasons and still is to this day.

Throughout the park there are many examples of rock engravings, stencils and paintings.  This is one of the park’s great attractions and we will endeavour to see as much as we can, which is usually done with the guidance of the Park Rangers.

After a few nights in the park we will head east towards White Cliffs, a town renowned for its opals and the many “characters” that come to mine the prized stones and we will stay in an underground motel, just for the experience!

After freshening up following a few days in the bush, we will leave for Trilby Station, a working sheep and cattle property on the banks of the famous inland river, the Darling River.  A favourite of ours, we will camp by the Billabong and engross ourselves in very little, just taking in the atmosphere of the outback.

Kangaroos, Trilby Station, Outback Australia
Kangaroos, Trilby Station, Outback Australia

We’ll have a few days of relaxation before leaving Trilby and travelling via the small locality of Louth, making our way towards Narromine for our final night of the trip.

Of course, all trips come to an end, and as we make our way back to Sydney on our final day, passing through the towns of Orange and Bathurst, I’m sure there will be plenty of stories and experiences to recount from our couple of weeks “Out and About in The Landy”.

And be sure to keep an eye out for some pictures of our tours over the coming week, hopefully we can capture the beauty of our magnificent outback on camera…

Photos: Baz, The Landy

The “New Landy” (With a red bow?)

How cool is the “New Landy” 

We picked it up today and it will be fully customised to our requirements for outback travel over the next six weeks.

But strewth, you can’t put a red bow on the bonnet of a V8 Super Truck – surely not.

Seemingly it is a tradition for the car dealership where we purchased it…

Oh well, just don’t tell Bluey and the Boys, I’ll never live it done at the footy club…

For the petrol heads amongst us – it is a Toyota 79 Series Dual Cab 4.5 litre V8 (Diesel mind you…)

And by the way, we head off in a few days for the Outback. Although, we are going in the original “Landy” our Landrover 130 Twin Cab Defender…

Hey Janet, give me back the keys to my Super Truck, Janet, Janet…Janet…

The Australian Outback (Big Sky Country)

The Australian Outback - Big Sky Country

This is big sky country…and how good is it!

Janet, TomO and I will be heading out in “The Landy” in about a week’s time to visit Mutawinji National Park, which has a lot of aboriginal history, rock engravings and paintings.

And I look forward to sharing some more of the Australian Outback with you…

In fact, this will be the last trip “The Landy” will make for a while as the new vehicle, “The Landy – Mark 2” arrives later this week and will be customised for Outback Travel over the next couple of months.

Photo: Baz – The Landy

Stone House, Coward Springs (Outback Australia)

Stone House, Coward Springs (Outback Australia)

Along the dusty Oodnadatta Track, Coward Springs, an oasis in a harsh, barren land…

photo: Baz – The Landy

Double-Trouble in the Australian Outback (Strewth)

Landrover Defender

Is this the male equivalent of finding yourself in the same dress at that special event?

Captured in the middle of no-where, between a thousand sand dunes in the Australian Outback

photo: Baz – The Landy

A Weapon of Mass Destruction (The Fantastic Plastic Card)

The Landy and Tvan, Outback Australia
“The Landy” and T-Van, Outback Australia

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.

Mayne Range, Diamantina NP, Outback Australia
Mayne Range, Diamantina NP, Outback Australia

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.

Around the fire - Trilby Station, Outback Australia
Around the fire – Trilby Station, Outback Australia

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.

Red Rover, The other Defender
Red Rover, The other Defender

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!

The Landy and T-Van heading down the driveway
The Landy and T-Van heading down the driveway (On another adventure)

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.

Kangaroos, Trilby Station, Outback Australia
Kangaroos, Trilby Station, Outback Australia

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.

Crossing Sydney Harbour Bridge in Red Rover (Head and Shoulders above everything)
Crossing Sydney Harbour Bridge in Red Rover (Head and Shoulders above everything)

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.

Riversleigh World Heritage Site, Outback Australia (Would test any Paris to Dakar Rally Car)
Riversleigh World Heritage Site, Outback Australia (Would test any Paris to Dakar Rally Car)

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.

The Landy, Outback Australia (with antennas for the communication radios)
“The Landy”, Outback Australia (with antennas for the communication radios fully visible)

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?

The Landy - Outback Australia (that looks like a fridge to me!)
The Landy – Outback Australia (that looks like a fridge to me!)

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.

Janet - Cheeky as ever
Janet – Cheeky as ever

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.

The Landy - packed full of Janet's stuff toys
The Landy – packed full of Janet’s stuff toys

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

Winter by the beach (In Australia)

Coalcliff Beach, 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)

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

Reflections (In the Australian Outback)

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

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

TomO swanning around in the south of England
TomO swanning around in the south of England

 

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!

Devon Countryside
Devon Countryside

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”.

The Coach and Janet - Discussing event day tactics
“The Coach” and Janet – Discussing event day tactics

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…

Sydney Harbour - The best place in the world for a lazy lunch
Sydney Harbour – The best place in the world for a lazy lunch

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…

TomO - London Town
TomO – London Town

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!”

Reacquainted with an old mate (The shed!)

Baz - What a view
Baz – What a view

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!

Recovery

 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.

Baz - Climbing in New Zealand
Baz – Climbing in New Zealand

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.

The Shed
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.

Baz - just stretch yourself
Baz – just stretch yourself

 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…

Baz - Terrigal Beach, Australia
Baz – Terrigal Beach, Australia

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!)

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

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

Mayne Range, Diamantina NP, Outback Australia
Mayne Range, Diamantina NP, Outback Australia

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.

Mates hanging out in the outback - with fly nets
Mates hanging out in the outback – with fly nets (only girls wear veils!)

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.

TomO - Outback Australia
TomO – Outback Australia

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!

Janet and Baz
Janet and Baz
photos: Baz, The Landy

Delicate Flowers (In a harsh land)

Delicate Flowers (In the AustralianOutback)

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

It’s a bit of a lottery (Crikey – Deep Vein Thrombosis)

Recovering

With my recovery coming along and after a fortnight off work I decided to return to the cut and thrust of foreign exchange dealing this week. 

 And don’t let on to my colleagues, but I’ve been missing them and the fun times we have, after all we’ve been doing it together for a long time!

I had a practice driving Janet’s car on the weekend, in preparation for the week ahead, as it is an automatic, enabling me to drive myself to work, and yes, I know, it isn’t quite Red Rover

But it was Monday morning and I was pleased to be heading across the Harbour Bridge and looking forward to the day ahead; after all doing nothing is hard work!

Crossing Sydney Harbour Bridge in Red Rover
Crossing Sydney Harbour Bridge in Red Rover

Well, it was short-lived!

I began to notice some pain in my calf muscle around mid-morning and was thinking it was maybe just my sitting position. I was almost inclined to the old adage “suck it up princess” but after becoming more uncomfortable I thought it best to speak with my surgeon.

It had been impressed on me that after any surgery blood clotting in your veins is possible. Deep Vein Thrombosis or DVT is the technical term they use, and it presents just like an aching muscle in the initial stages.

Naturally, he sent me for an immediate ultra-sound test, and yes, there is clotting; DVT evident…

So I’m now on a heavy dose of blood thinner, something I’m not too enthusiastic about, and back on the couch for another day or two to give it a chance to settle down and the medication to do its work!

Oddly enough, I suspect that if everyone who had surgery was scanned for DVT there would be a far greater number of people detected, so clearly many instances perhaps just resolve themselves or go unchecked.

However, once identified and with the risk of it becoming a more serious condition like Pulmonary embolism, it needs to be treated appropriately!

My journey to the mountains is taking a path I didn’t foresee, but I guess it is all part of the journey!

Baz - Climbing in New Zealand
Baz – Climbing in New Zealand

 

 

An Oasis (In the Australian Outback)

Oasis (In Outback Australia)

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

We all die (But how many of us truly live?)

Ourimperee Water Hole - Outback Australia
Sunrise – Ourimperee Water Hole – Outback Australia

Recently I had an exchange of thoughts around the notion that “we all die but how many of us truly live”.

But what does “truly live” really mean?

Does it mean we need to push beyond what others are doing, or scale the tallest mountain, travel the world endlessly, perhaps run the fastest marathon or lift the heaviest weight?

Maybe it could just mean sitting with a loved one and watching the sun pierce the eastern horizon as another day dawns…

And with plenty of time on my hands as I recover from recent surgery I pondered this question, in between snoozing on the day-bed, of course!

Baz and MilO
Baz and MilO

I am strongly of the view there are no ordinary moments; no ordinary people; no ordinary lives.

Crikey, therein lies the key, I thought!

There are no ordinary moments…

Whether you are travelling the world, caring for a loved one, climbing the tallest mountain, putting out the garbage, or even eating brussel sprouts.

Treat all the moments of your life, whatever you are doing, as something special and then you are truly living.

Baz traversing Mt Aurora
Baz –  traversing Mt Aurora, New Zealand

Being a climber and mountaineer, of sorts, I am inspired by Sir Edmund Hillary, not just because he was the first person, along with Tenzing Norgay, to summit and descend Mt Everest, but because he was a very humble man, a man that always had his hand out to help others, a man who truly lived his life.

And Sir Edmund had this to say…

“I have had the world lie beneath my clumsy boots and saw the red sun slip over the horizon after the dark Antarctic winter. I have been given more than my share of excitement, beauty, laughter and friendship.

Each of us has to discover his own path – of that I am sure.

Some paths will be spectacular and others peaceful and quiet – who is to say which is the most important? For me, the most rewarding moments have not always been the great moments, for what can surpass a tear on your departure, joy on your return, and a trusting hand in yours?” Sir Edmund Hilary…

The fire is set (As the sun disappears)

The fire is set (As the sun disappears)

Around the camp-fire, Outback Australia…

Photo: Baz, The Landy

Road-Train (Outback Australia)

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

The Road to Recovery (Back at home)

Baz - Recovering
Baz – Recovering in the backyard

The miracle of modern medicine and surgery has me at home already, recovering from the surgery I had on both of my ankles late last week…

My doctor is very happy with the procedures and results.

I had an endoscopy on my right ankle to clear some bone debris from a skydiving accident in 2008, and a couple of spurs that had formed.

The left heel was opened completely and the Achilles tendon detached to repair a split which apparently was mostly due to degeneration and to clean the heel of a couple of spurs and a boney protrusion, commonly known as a Haglund’s Bump.  Because it was detached I have had to have two anchor screws placed to enable the Achilles to be sewn back on.

My sport’s doctor had tried some conventional and non-conventional non-surgical therapy on my left foot, including Platelet Rich Plasma (PRP) injections that provided only moderate results.

I’m now recuperating at home and the doctor has suggested two to three weeks of complete rest to hopefully assist in a quicker recovery. Mobility is a problem as my left foot cannot take any weight at all, although my right foot can take weight, which is useful for getting around.

The plan is to progressively introduce some weight and physiotherapy to both feet over the coming month and we are hoping for a full recovery within three months.

Of course, that is the plan, and whilst it is unlikely to be earlier, it may take longer.

Baz - Grey's Peak, New Zealand
Baz – New Zealand

I have until mid-August to confirm my place on the expedition to Nepal in November, so plenty of time to recover and train, hopefully.

And to all, thanks very much for your kind words of support and I’m confident I’ll be back to doing what I love very soon…just being Out and About having fun!

Baz - Southern Alps, New Zealand
Baz – The Landy, Out and About having fun