Grafton meets The Waltons

Apologies for sounding like a broken record, but Grafton amazes me yet again. Being here feels like being in a chapter of The Waltons. Perhaps preserving old buildings and trees helps preserve some of the values that were around at the times those buildings were erected, and the trees planted. Food for thought.

Our neighbours are in a motor home, so they take the bus into town when they can, rather than packing up their motor home. Yesterday, they went into town to see the midday showing of, The 100 Foot Journey (Helen Mirren movie), which we saw the day before – great feel good movie.

After watching the movie in the lovely old world type movie theatre, they waited for their bus. Ten minutes after the time they thought it should be there, they checked with a bus driver on another route. They had read the holiday time table by mistake, and in fact it was almost another hour till a bus was due.

Whilst still in front of the bus driver they discussed getting a taxi. The bus driver wouldn’t hear of it, telling them to get on and he’d take them home. He went a round trip of over three kilometres off his route and took them to the entrance of the caravan park. They had stood ready to exit the bus on the road opposite, he wouldn’t hear of that either, and insisted on doing a U turn so as they could alight right at the entrance.

Where does that happen! And in what era?

Gateway caravan park – Grafton

One of many gazebos in the park.

One of many gazebos in the park.


An avenue of trees lining a valley of green, one of several.

An avenue of trees lining a valley of green, one of several.


A pretty pond with seat in the sun. A pleasant place to sit in the sun and read a book.

A pretty pond with seat in the sun. A pleasant place to sit in the sun and read a book.


Pots of colour everywhere.

Pots of colour everywhere.


Another gazebo.

Another gazebo.

More like a botanical garden. One day I’ll count the gazebos, theres dozens of them in a multitude of sizes. There’s park benches under trees. There’s palm trees, jacarandas, moreton bay figs and native trees everywhere. There’s pots of colours and rose bushes. And there are birds chirping and singing everywhere.

The amenities have none slip matting and clean shower curtains. The cubicles are a decent size, so your belongings don’t get wet. They’re exceptionally clean and have stone vanity tops with a liquid soap dispenser at every basin.

Oh, and did I mention the price – $22 a night!!

Historical Grafton

Well, here we are in Grafton, a place that wouldn’t have been on our travel agenda if it weren’t for a couple of house sits we have coming up near by.

Since arriving here four days ago our travel agenda for the future has changed considerably. Our normal travel route would have by passed towns such as this, which in our mind were typical country towns without much to offer. Four nights here and we’re thinking we’ll most likely extend our time in and around this area to the end of October, which will be more than two months – yes, it’s that nice! And from now on, towns such of this will be high on our agenda to visit, towns that are away from the coastal rat race.

The mighty Clarence river runs through the town dividing Grafton from South Grafton. It’s Grafton that’s won our heart, not South Grafton. The town is laid out in such a way to make it very easy to find your way around, all with roundabouts and no traffic lights. It’s termed an historical city, and perhaps that’s what makes it such a quaint place.

At least half the houses are beautiful weatherboard, and most are well kept with pretty gardens on large plots of lands. The streets are all tree lined, some with massive Morton Bay Figs, but most with Jacarandas. Grafton is known as the Jacaranda capitol of Australia, and at the end of October they have an eight day Jacaranda festival. We’re hoping to still be here for that, and we imagine from the amount of jacaranda trees, that it’ll likely be one of the prettiest sights we’ll ever see.

We found our caravan park, The Gateway Lifestyle park, with the help of WIKI camp reviews. Five stars is the most that can be given to a caravan park, which is a shame. When we first arrived here we wondered if we had the right place. It looks more like botanical gardens than a caravan park. Everything about it from the gardens, the large sites and the amenity blocks indicate it deserves more than five stars. Add the price to that ($22 a night) and it deserves 7 stars at least. Mind you, that’s from the point of view of a grey nomad. Families may have a different point of view. No jumping pillows, no playgrounds, and only a small swimming pool – all added bliss for grey nomads, as it means any little blighters will be bored silly (causing their parents to take them elsewhere with any luck).

We’ve eaten out twice since arriving here, something we seldom do as we’re used to meals being overly expensive, and mediocre as far as quality.  We went out for a pub lunch the other day and both had fantastic meals which included vegetables, $12.90 each. Wow!! We’re so not used to that. Then tonight we went to the local RSL club for a smorgasbord. Soup, prawns, all the different roast meats, great veges, and all the other standard hot and cold fare, plus a big variety of deserts and coffee – $20 a head. By Perth standards we’re gob smacked.

We’ll be leaving here on Saturday next week for our first house sit. We have two coming up. The first is for 10 days and is looking after two cocker spaniels, budgies, fish and the garden. The 2nd one during September/October is also looking after two dogs, along with a rooster and his four lady friends, wild birds (of which they feed a multitude), and 26 cows, LOL!! It’s on 120 acres and they have quad bikes, tractors, ride on mowers etc. Should be an experience to remember – cows, ha ha, who would have thought…..We’re really looking forward to that.

We’re taking our camera out tomorrow to get some photos of both the caravan park and some of the things around this town that makes it an endearing place to be, so watch this space.

Simple eats are the best eats

Gee it’s great to back on the road again. We’re currently in Port Stephens, and what a stunning piece of countryside this is. But more about that later.

Although we could sleep in our van whilst it was being repaired in Newcastle, we still felt ‘displaced’. Consequently, apart from breakfast we were eating most of our meals out. While there was nothing to complain at in any of the meals we had, nothing was overly memorable either.

Today we packed up a picnic lunch and took it to the foreshore at Lemon Tree Passage. Our picnic consisted of slices of nice bread a container of garlic butter mixed with olive oil, a container of particularly nice chopped tomato (the type of tomato that smells like it’s just being picked off the vine), mixed with finely chopped onion and lightly drizzled with olive oil and balsamic, and a zucchini thinly sliced into rings seasoned with salt and white pepper, and some grated parmesan.

We took some baking paper and put it on an electric barbecue in the park on the foreshore, spread our bread with the garlic butter mix and toasted that on the barbecue while at the same time browning up the zucchini slices. When it was cooked we topped the bread with the zucchini slices, the tomato mix and some parmesan.

Sitting at a park bench eating it with the sun warming our backs was so much more enjoyable than any of the meals we’ve eaten out. Such simple fare, but delicious.

We followed it with a flask of coffee and a crisp, sweet apple. To top off the ambience of good, simple, fresh food eaten el fresco over-looking beautiful Port Stephens Bay, we had the company a of cheerful magpie. She sat up at the table with us as we ate and shared our bread and parmesan, (she wasn’t impressed with anything else we were eating though). She chortled away to us as we ate. Delightful!

Repairs almost completed

We’re still in Newcastle. We took our Travelhome to get the front lifting legs replaced with the new, stronger type now being used on their Travelhomes. We also arranged to get a large storage locker added to the under frame, as well as a general safety check.

Safety check picked up a major problem. Both axles were slightly bent, which had caused major damage to three tyres on their inner side. As we haven’t driven over any large bumps or done anything that could have caused the damage, we figure it was possibly already like this when we purchased the van. Bit of a shock as no damage was evident. Also we had someone do the bearings in the caravan prior to moving into it, so it should have been picked up then.

Luckily it’s been picked up now and no real damage has been done (except to our bank acct). It could have been disastrous should two of the tyres have blown at once, and from the damage that was occurring, this was quite a possibility had we continued driving with it.

Travelhome have been terrific. They work on the van during the day, and then move it into their yard for us to use over night. So, we haven’t had the additional cost of finding alternative accommodation whilst the repairs are carried out. They’ve also had someone come out to service the fridge and the diesel heater which had some minor problems, and along with the new tyres and a couple of other things, are not adding a percentage to these costs. We’re grateful for that, as the repairs are costly enough as it is. Never mind, any home has it’s maintenance costs, and a caravan is obviously no exception.

We’re only waiting for the new tyres now which should be fitted early tomorrow, and we should be on our way by mid morning. We’re probably going to head for Port Stephens to have a look. The whales should be around there at the moment. It’ll be nice to get back on on the road again, and although most of the repairs won’t show any noticeable difference to us, the storage locker will. Currently our outdoor table and chairs are on our bed while we’re travelling. Now they can go in the storage locker, making packing up much easier on the morning of travel, and also making one night stops much simpler.

Freezing our butts off on beautiful Lake Macquarie

After a whirlwind trip through the centre of Queensland and into NSW, we’re now in Newcastle awaiting repairs to our rig on Monday. Central Qld was an interesting experience. Drought stricken for sure, and different altogether to being on the coast. We love the coast, but seeing the interior was enjoyable  all the same. We most likely wouldn’t have chosen to go there if it hadn’t been for our needed repairs. So, I’m reminded once again that clouds tend to have a silver lining if you look for it.

We arrived on Friday and are staying at a lovely caravan park, with our van backed right up to the lake. We lay in bed this morning watching the horizon turn red as the sun rose over beautiful Lake Macquarie. Believe me, tucked up warm and snug in bed was the best place to be watching it from. It’s freezing. The sky’s blue and clear and the sun’s shining. But the wind cuts right through you.

 

 

The view we woke up to each morning.

View of Lake Macquarie from our rear window.

We can’t take the van off the car until we’ve had the legs replaced. The manufacturers had loads of trouble with the legs we currently have on the van, so we’re getting them to replace them with the type they use now. While they’re doing the legs, we’re thinking of getting them to add a storage box to the undercarriage. These are now standard on all their caravans, and it’ll mean we can store our outdoor table and chairs there for travelling, instead of laying them on our bed. Until the repairs are completed, we’re travelling on foot. So, we’re having a few enforced, ‘Life of Riley’ rest days.

Paul washed the outside of the van today, while I gave the inside a good clean. Amazing how much red dust has found itself into every little crack. We think we have it all clean, but then when we travel the bouncing down the roads shakes more out. The joys of the nomadic lifestyle!

We’ve just been for a lovely, bracing walk on the banks of the lake. We both had beanies on, and I had trackies on along with a tee shirt and two polar fleeces. It took about half an hour of walking before I’d warmed up enough to unzip my top fleece. It was worth it though. There’s loads of black swans and mallard ducks, as well as other bird life on the lake, so really pretty. Even though we enjoyed it,  Paul says he ‘didn’t sign up for this’. I agree, our plan has been to follow nice weather. But as we’re finding out, our plans are fluid, extremely fluid. It won’t be long till we’re heading north again to find warmer weather.