Pics here which do not fit on other full pages.

Result of my early 4am departure for a safe trip on the deserted freeway. Not quite deserted and I got rammed from behind. That is a hospital bracelet on my wrist. Fifteen thousand bucks for the first night, they had no chance of keeping me for a second.
Those are hospital scrub pants I am wearing. They were a better choice than the gown with my bum sticking out after they cut off my good jeans. My sour expression is because I realised I could not drive my van home when I got to see it in the light of day. Charlie survived this one too!

Charlie makes a new friend. Her name is Emily. I was in the water scrubbing the boat bottom first time she paid a visit. Gave me a bit of a start. The shore is a couple of hundred yards away and the water about twenty feet deep.

Life before the motorhome. That's me in the tinny I bought for twenty bucks. Guy said it leaked a bit. Ah!, the joys of a little epoxy. I am keeping my eye out for a good buy in a 747 which might also leak around the rivets a little.


It's a tough life. That is Charlie taking his walk on deck. His little tree, to cock his leg, is on the rail on the other side, behind the second dinghy.

Dad, I want Corn Flakes for breakfast again,
Throw them back!

Boat School bell just rang

 Free camping near as far south as you go in Tassie at Catamaran.

The Great Toowoomba TV antenna showdown.
I pinched this pic from LaWrie's site.
His Wynguard on his roof.
My Oatley inside looking out back window.
LaWrie won!



Another stolen picture. Cuppa and my bus at Cuppa's place.

Laurie's motorhome and mine, at one of those Australian towns with an unpronounceable name with four or more syllables, usually starting with M or sometimes B.



and the sneaky picture she took.