Old Circumforaneous Blog

Here are all my previous blogs, mostly covering our caravanning around New Zealand and Australia and some post-caravanning adventures. The first 3 have been transferred to a new Blog heading. So have some family history stories. If I can work out how to delete these I will do so!

  • 207. The Lignite Pit

    Next day we shifted to the Lignite Pit, a rather interesting place 20 k out of invercargill which we discovered on a previous trip. Formerly an open-cut lignite mine, once working stopped it filled up with water and new owners turned it into a wonderful lake bordered by an extensive garden with lots of little… Read more

  • 206. Heading South

    After six months getting our Christchurch home and garden into order, we’re on the road again, but not for long. We thought an invitation to a Clan Johnston(e) dinner in Invercargill plus a friend staying with us for a few weeks until her job in town finished was too good an opportunity to pass by!… Read more

  • 205. Best Laid Plans ….

    For our last week in Melbourne – and in Australia – we moved into Jen and Peter’s comfortable home in Donvale, with the two black labradors Moosh and Marla and a couple of inquisitive chooks. Without Westy to worry about any more – as it eventuated it was sold very quickly – attention shifted to Grandy… Read more

  • 204. Final days in Melbourne

    Since returning to Melbourne we’ve been busy getting Westy the caravan ready for sale.  Dave managed to develop a cold but soldiered on, then kindly passed it on to me. We sorted out all the things we simply couldn’t bear to leave behind, such as the antique egg-cups bought at Glenrowan near the beginning of our… Read more

  • 203. The Great Ocean Road

    After disembarking at Queenscliff on the SW corner of Port Phillip Bay we were soon on the road heading for a camp at Princetown on the Great Ocean Road which had been recommended by several people. As it was a dark drizzly day we opted for the inland route. It seemed we would never get there!… Read more

  • 202. Wilson’s Promontory

    The Prom as it is locally known, was not to be missed even though the weather was not very promising. We booked into a camp at Foster (I have great difficulty not typing Forster, which is in NSW) and next morning set off for the Prom in drizzling rain.  It was about 37 km to the… Read more