Welcome to my travel blog

Hello. My name is Monica and I am a silver gypsy, which sounds classier and more interesting than being a grey nomad.This is an ongoing blog which I usually restart when I hit the road again. It is partly a record of my journeys and partly reflections on issues which arise as I travel.

In 2015 my grandson Cory spent a couple of months travelling with me. The link to his blog is in a sidebar. In 2016 Hudson was my travelling companion. Cooper travelled at the end of 2016. They would love feedback on their blogs. Also in the sidebar is a link to my poetry blog.

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Monday, 10 October 2016

Sydney or Bust

Hudson and I are getting along very well. Apart from a melt-down at Annie's one night he is coping well being away from home. He has almost got into the swing of life on the road. I still remind him occasionally that we are travelling companions and he has to do things without reminders. He has got good at putting up the screens at night and taking them down next day. Together we make his bed and fold it up every day (unless we are staying put for the next night). Screen time is the one bone of contention. I have set a time limit but he conveniently forgets how long he has been on his devices.

We have had a relaxed trip so far, with an overnight at Pittsworth with Father Tom, four nights with Annie and Les, and one night in a caravan park because it was miserably cold and wet. The rest has been free or minimal cost camping at Woodenbong, Bellingen, Buttai and now Richmond in Sydney.

Hudson with Father Thomas





We stayed with Annie and Les  but managed to see Tracie and Darryl for a couple of hours




It's hard to believe that Tracie and I were team teaching in 1985 at Humpybong.
She looks as young, slim and lovely as she was then.






Les and Hudson, colour matched koalas

Even the birds feel welcome


Hudson got brave enough to throw the ball for Dean,
For a very old dog, he still loves to play.

Almost dark but you can still appreciate the beautiful grounds and the river
Wow! A catfish caught in a couple of minutes and another two next day



50 metres from home, Les and Hudson fished from the bridge







Buttai was interesting as we had a MSO - a Member Stop Over. Frank has a farm and really wanted to introduce Hudson to country life. He was afraid of the puppy because it was young and yappy and wanted to play and jump. He wasn't game to hold a chicken or even pat it when Frank held it. It was lucky that the little rooster attacked my legs rather than his or that would totally have been the end of him.  Frank keeps bees and generously gave us some honey and lovely fresh eggs. I had a jar of blueberry jam to give him and I forgot in my hurry to leave. I relived my childhood, eating mulberries straight from the tree. When I was in primary school, there was a mulberry tree in the corner of the school grounds were we climbed the fence to get to school.
Frank showing Hudson how to safely touch an electric fence.
You would think Hudson was being led to the electric chair.
Hudson almost patted a chicken

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