...and Tasmanian roads are great fun

I’m off to Tasmania tomorrow morning for most of January. Whitewater rafting on the Franklin River for 8 days then a wander around the place using Mum’s D4 to its fullest.

Because why not, eh?

My 9 year old lad wanted a road train for Xmas. And his grandmother duly delivered. But...

Never give up...even when the bastards cut you off at the ankles.

Merry Christmas from the Western Australia parliament...

Well it’s full of cactus but the ute is fine.

May all your moths look like some mad coach built car from the 1930's...

Our Gate Troll has a hat.

We’ve been going back into my CD collection thanks to the random selection skills of our son. It has sent me down some old rabbit holes...

May the stars shine brightly from your own observatory. No matter where it is.

I get to replace this hose...

May your personal Bilby be as snug as a bug in a rug.

May you not have to chase a Tree Skink (Egernia striolata) around your kitchen tomorrow...

May your geckos run wild and free...but not shit on your pillow. At least it wasn’t my pillow. It was my son’s. We turned it over. I will wash it tomorrow.

A few albums ago, Jeff Lang finally did a Richard Thompson cover...and nailed it.

It’s kind of like working on a project car...

FoAct?