Archive for Outback

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Posted in It's a Land Rover thing with tags , , on September 21, 2008 by Dean
Don't look back

Don't Look Back

So another 8ight days come to an end and it’s time to hit the open road.
The enigma that is the Australian Outback. Endless blue skies and the red dirt that seeps through your skin and into your veins.
You could quire easily turn around and head back to the city….
But why on earth would you!


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Posted in Toy Camera with tags , , , , on August 24, 2008 by Dean
A very Rattled snake

A very Rattled snake

No Rattle snakes here in Australia but sadly this one was very rattled when the rubber ran over it.
Even though one bite from this thing is enough to kill you, I have a strange fascination or admiration for them, from afar obviously! No way would I want to get too close, I mean 2km’s is just about enough thanks.

But I hate to see them dead on the roads especially when the driver has deliberately swerved to kill them on purpose. I’m sure they will get their comeuppance one day. But sadly not from this one.

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Posted in Down our way with tags , , , , on August 20, 2008 by Dean
A perfect day

A perfect day

Right here on our doorstep, some of the most amazing scenery and it’s far off the beaten track, the tourist track it’s not even a National Park but on a Cattle property.
Today we were privelege to be shown around our backyard by a couple of locals, in places there were no tracks, luckily I had a GPS, not that our guide needed it, he just followed his nose.

Now being a Land Rover man this is hard for me to say but those Toyota Troop carriers are amazing!

Mind you my Defender would have given them a run for their money, but in this country I’m glad that my Defender was safely at home and not taking a hammering, unlike the Troopy!

We crossed dried up river beds wider than the Trent and Thames, in the wet season to see them in full flow would be amazing.

Roll on November!

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Posted in Down our way with tags , , , , , , , on August 19, 2008 by Dean

Next time you fancy popping down to your local Tesco’s or Safeways for a lb of spuds and you stress out battling for a carpark space or fight over the last trolley you might want to reconsider and shop outback style.

Fresh Tomatoes get em here ladies

Fresh Tomatoes get em here ladies

Picture the scene this afternoon…

Today my other half a remote area nurse travelled 306km return trip to a Roadhouse to hold a clinic 256km from the nearest major town and shop. I went along for the ride.

The road, in places it was dirt. In places it was as wide as a jagged iced lolly stick. Pot holes the size of moon craters. Road trains 50 metres in length full of iron ore share it with you. It’s not for the faint hearted nor the Morris Minor. Chieftan tank, Land Rover Defender definitely!
It’s fun, it’s hair raising, it’s er I need the toilet!
Every four weeks the ladies from the stations drive into the roadhouse to meet up with their neighbours, have a chat with the nurse and buy their fresh fruit and veg, bread and milk.

Neighbours? We are not talking over the fence but neighbours that could be 120km away! Having a chat over a fence could pose a problem even for Aussies and with a megaphone!

So whilst the husbands are looking after cattle stations the size of English counties, their counterparts are getting reassurance from the nurse, maybe a chance for their little ones to get their hearing checked, babies weighed. You Brit mothers know how it is? But then all you have to do is drive 2 miles to the clinic, don’t you?

Anyway at about 2pm each week a nice little man from Iran? pulls up at the roadhouse in his refrigerated truck. The ladies from the stations help him set up shop, hang the scales off the driving mirrors and its business as usual.

Who wants lettuce, who wants a cabbage? It’s all go at the outback mobile fruit and veg store. I find a spot at a table under the shade of a huge Mango tree, grab a cuppa and watch life unfold.

Over in the corner under a canopy I see my bush nurse doing her job,. She’s taking someone’s blood pressure. I feel smug and proud. She’s a million miles from Papworth but her professionalism is just the same. Alfresco medical, it could catch on.

Roadhouse = Outback petrol station, toilet stop, showers and food.

Station= Cattle or Sheep station. Okay a very large farm usually much larger than Leicestershire, even Wales!

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Posted in Relics with tags , , , , , , on August 3, 2008 by Dean
Ford Falcon ?

Ford Falcon ?

I didn’t have to travel too far this morning for this relic image as my neighbour has quite a collection rusting away on his property.
Close up it reminds me of an owl or bird of prey so I will call this one a Ford Falcon. Aussie’s call them Chook Tins apparently.

Fal(con) = bird = chicken = chook.

Con =container = tin

Gettit? But then they also refer to sandwiches as “Sangers!” Sausages are Snags and… I think we will leave it there.


Posted in Intro with tags , , , , on July 28, 2008 by Dean

Welcome to my new blog 8ight Days a week.

Eight days a week “The Beatles”

Time goes real slow up here in FNQ It certainly feels as if they’ve slipped in an extra day somewhere?

The trouble is I really have too much time on my hands living up in the Savannah as we do here in far north Queensland. The English Nurse, well she has a job as a ‘RAN’ that’s remote area nurse by the way.

Living in a remote town 313 km from the nearest bookshop and decent newsagent just what is a bloke to do? Okay there’s the pub I guess. The dog needs walking, sure he does but I also need something else to occupy my mind as it is quite possible to go stir crazy!

I have a passion for writing and photography so to complement my home page POMGONEWALKABOUT and BLOG I have come up with a project to help keep me occupied and at the same time hopefully improve my photography.
A photo a day for eight days a week for the next fifty two weeks. Wow three hundred and sixty five days to go come rain or shine. Up here in the tropics during the wet season they tell me that there is plenty of rain!

So 852365

8 days of the week

52 weeks of the year

365 days for the next year

416 photographs of my choosing, whatever takes my fancy split into categories

I will split each week (that’s 8 days) if you hadn’t already forgotten into a category

I hereby declare 852365 open and to kick start the project off category number 1 will be Wrecks.