
From Albury, I wended my way along the Riverina Highway, ending up in a pretty village by the name of Howlong, with a rather upmarket-looking golf resort.
From Albury, I wended my way along the Riverina Highway, ending up in a pretty village by the name of Howlong, with a rather upmarket-looking golf resort.
It was late morning by the time I took the turn-off from the Hume Highway to Gundagai.
I was out of the Grand Hotel, Kiama by 7 am, partly to get out of the Grand Hotel, Kiama, but mainly to get across the mountains without too many SUVs, caravans, freight trucks and motor bikes piling up behind me, wondering why I’m not negotiating the sharp bends at two or three times the speed limit.
After my night at Lake Wallaga, I crossed over to the ocean side of the road to do the cliff walk.
It had been a long time since I’d tackled a road trip of any length, but with family responsibilities now sorted and Melbourne’s weather getting me down, it was time I set out again.
I’d never explored New South Wales’ south-east coast. Every time I’d decided on it, something had got in the way. This time I’d nail it. In September, I headed out.
Continue reading “NSW South-East Coast to the Murray – Part 1”
On the way back from the Grampians, I stopped off at Maryborough.
Miners, over thirty thousand of them, rushed here in 1854. Within a decade, companies were mining rich, deep gold leads around the town, the last of these still producing gold in 1918.
A couple of months ago, after the passing of my dear Dad at the grand old age of 100, I headed out for some R & R, choosing the Grampians.
Three hours north-west of Melbourne, the Grampians is a series of rugged sandstone mountain ranges and forests. It’s one of Victoria’s most popular holiday destinations for camping, climbing, scenic drives and bushwalking.
With Christmas over, not to mention 2020, it was time to start exploring again. I headed north of Melbourne to the old gold-mining town of Castlemaine.
Continue reading “Old Gold-mining Town of Castlemaine”With Melbourne’s lockdown droning on and Melburnians still too dangerous to be let out, I decided some form of creativity was needed before my brain gave up the ghost completely.
Continue reading “Is This the Road to Stratford?”After the long drive from Melbourne and the checking out of the wheat silos, I decided to leave the exploration of Benalla to the morning. I came out of my motel on the edge of town early to discover an almost solid wall of fog. Still, intrepid traveller that I am, I headed in and I’m glad I did. I don’t know why I’ve never been here before but I have to say, it’s a lovely town, built around Lake Benalla.