Recovering in Rocky

 

One of the items on my to-do list is to keep this blog updated. It acts as a travel record for us, and a way to keep our family and friends up to date with our movements. This is important to us because we value your prayers. To be honest, I have struggled this time, to put my thoughts into type. But I’d like to thank you for pausing your day to read this entry. 

You may have noticed that I changed the title of the blog. If you kept a shortcut for quick access, it would need to be refreshed, as the old address (link) will no longer work. 

Update on AJ

Thirteen weeks on from AJ’s back injury, we are relieved that he is mostly pain free, thanks to God. Thank you for praying for him. He is walking up to 2 km a day and has begun to do things around the house and garden. 

Fixing the lawnmower.

Light work only. The physio team at the university has been wonderful! They recommend no heavy work until January. Heavy, as in climbing ladders, cleaning gutters, digging, continuous raking, edging, sweeping, etc. He still has therapy once a week, until we leave. He faithfully completes his daily strengthening exercises, twice a day! He has braved extreme pain and has been particularly patient. Today, the physiotherapists were surprised at how quickly he has improved. This must be with God’s help, after all the prayers that have gone up for healing.

Daily routines

We haven’t done much sightseeing, as we are 15 minutes out of town and thirty minutes away from most attractions. Petrol isn’t cheap, and the car guzzles it. AJ was not able to walk more than 20 to 50 metres most of the time. He could not stand for long, and often needed to lie down, as sitting too was painful. One Sunday we took a drive up to Mount Archer's lookout point, which offers a great view over Rockhampton (Rocky). 

We have 2 weeks left, perhaps we’ll still get to an attraction or two.

The neighbours have been very kind. One man did the mowing for us on two occasions, and we were invited to a BBQ at another couple’s home two doors away. The properties here are all an acre in size, and most folk take great pride in their gardens. There seems to be a bit of competitiveness between them. But not this home – no velvety lawns and blooming flowerbeds to look after, thank goodness. Mostly shrubs that needed water once a week, and a (virtually empty) veggie patch that needed water every other day for the parsley and basil's sake and for the pawpaw trees around it. Were we blessed with a supply of pawpaws and oranges?! Gosh, from day one there has been a constant supply. As the Word says, "every good and perfect gift comes from the Father above". We are so thankful for this delicious bounty.  

We encountered an Eastern Brown snake, one of the ten most venomous in the world, as it slithered past us, 2 metres from where we were sat on the patio.😨 We watched from a distance, to check that it wouldn’t change course and head for the house. We have had a wide variety of birds coming for water and wild bird seed. 

Personally, we don’t agree with feeding the birds, but as homesitters we are obliged to follow instructions. We’ve had many laughs, watching their antics. A pair of magpies live on the property – they are fed a bit of meat once a day. Apparently, the male has lived here for 18 years and is with his 4^th ‘wife’ of 4 years. 

Too cute, they sing beautifully, and are insistent when food is around. They invite themselves and will confidently join in if not checked. Today we had a mum and bub Kangaroo call in the garden, simply chilling and lazing in the shade. That kept us away from our chores, because we didn’t want to disturb them. 😆 Check our Instagram account for the reel I made of their visit.

The morning walks in nature has been the highlight of this visit for me. I had the chance to observe local wildlife. Wild emu. Kangaroo mobs. 

A falcon, soaring overhead, silently hunting, riding the airwaves with its majestic wings. A hare, darting through the grass. Plovers, divebombing, to protect their young. And I wish I could send the sound of the Bush-Stone Curlew (a rather large, nocturnal bird) through the net – eerily thrilling. It’s been wonderful. I also got to see a fogbow for the first time in my life, a rainbow with no colour.

For ever since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through His workmanship [all His creation, the wonderful things that He has made], so that they [who fail to believe and trust in Him] are without excuse and without defense. Rom 1 v 20

Return to Gympie

We are eager to return to Gympie and move into the van again. Smaller, compact, minimal living. Bliss! Our final week here will be filled with cleaning the house, tidying the garden, and packing. The challenge is loading the car so that we don’t resemble haphazard gypsies, shoving things onto the roof, into every given space, or up to the roof inside the car. 😅

We have chosen to sleep over at a motel 2 hours from Rocky when we leave here after midday, and then to do the remaining 4 hours the following day. We have decided not to take the Bruce Highway home… I think we only join it much later and closer to Gympie. We are taking the westerly, inland route, a new road for us, with new sights and towns to see.

We have a home sitting coming up, mid-December to mid-January, looking after our friends’ property and the four Frenchies again. Yay! 

Please feel free to drop a comment below, and let us know how we can pray for you. We appreciate you.  

Blessings, until next time.🌼

Hobbling North in Faith

Six weeks since AJ injured his back. The initial three weeks spent in our friends’ house in Tandur were a blur. But it gave us the opportunity to get used to new routines and requirements as a result of AJ’s injury. We will forever be grateful to them for making it possible for us to stay.

All too soon it was time to move on. A helpful friend from church came to our rescue to tow the caravan to our in-law’s property outside Gympie. I was not confident enough to do it myself. That was a huge blessing. I had it hitched and prepped for him with AJ’s verbal assistance … a first for me. (It was time I learned what he does, wasn’t it?!) 

We then moved into the van for 4 nights where it was parked on a driveway in front of the house. 

I had a bad cough, our in-laws were ill with the same bug, and so were our children and family over the hill, from whom we had all picked up the bug. Consequently, we embarked on the road trip from  Gympie to Rockhampton without seeing any of them to say goodbye. 😒

I cannot begin to describe the process of deciding what to take along and what to leave in the caravan. That final morning was hectic – packing the car and making sure the van was in storage mode. AJ, still in extreme pain, couldn’t do a thing and was super frustrated at having to watch. The doctor had warned us to stop often. Along with my loathing of the Bruce highway, and the doctor's warning, there was enough excuse to stop overnight after only two hours of driving. 😅 AJ, being heavily medicated and with movement severely restricted, could not drive, so all the driving was mine to do. 

The first stop was at a B & B … a charming place in a little hamlet called Apple Tree Creek. We arrived at about 3 pm and spent the rest of the afternoon just chilling and enjoying the local wildlife outside the cottage. Until then, AJ had never slept through a night since injuring his back. Never longer than 2-4 hours. That night he slept through for the first time! We rejoiced. They reckoned they would use it as a marketing tool … “Man with back injury slept a full night in comfort on our cottage bed.” 😄 Here are some pics of our stay and the gardens.

We left at 10 am the next day and arrived at Gin Gin 30 mins later, where we stopped for tea. The country town bakeries all vie for awards; one bakery’s pies and sausage rolls outdo the next. AJ reckoned that Gin Gin Bakery’s sausage roll was the best he’s had! Ever! 😄

Moving on, we arrived at Miriam Vale in time for lunch. We stopped at a ‘Country Kitchen’ style diner, which proved to be a great choice for deliciousness. Decorated with family farm mementoes, it was also a trip down memory lane. The coffee was seriously good too.  

The next stop was Benaraby (pronounced Ben-ARAB-y). 😊 We had booked at a motel there and were pleased for the stop. Having arrived quite early, we decided to take a 10 km drive to view Tannum Sands on the coast.  

It was a cold, cloudy day, but the place must be a hit in the summer! It’s beautiful there. Another town that reminded me of Amanzimtoti, Kwa Zulu Natal, where I grew up.

The usual motel-equipped room was all we needed. AJ slept through another night. Clearly, he had turned a corner! Yay! The next morning, we enjoyed our oats-yoghurt-fruit (in jars) that we had carted along for breakfast, and after a cuppa, hit the road to Rockhampton.

Having heard all manner of horror stories of this portion of the Bruce ‘Highway’, I must admit that I felt queasily nervous. (Bear in mind, this ‘highway’ is only one lane north and one lane south, on a very narrow strip in places. 

The first two days on the Bruce had gone surprisingly well. I could only hope that it would continue. And it did! Yes, the road surface was a horror story – rough, potholed, uneven on the shoulder – but when I had to avoid potholes, nothing was coming from the front. We had so many people praying for our journey. Once again it was evident that prayer helps.

We arrived in Rockhampton and navigated our way to the house. It’s quite the city, Rocky (Aussies shorten every single pronoun 😄). Although it was mid-morning, the traffic was dense. The homeowners, David and Thelma, had made it very clear that they would be offended if we bought lunch in town. We were spoiled with a delicious lunch and later on an equally delicious dinner. I was able to get the run-down/intro on what was expected, and we were introduced to some of the neighbours. The next day, at 9 am they were collected for the airport and our 3-month stint here began. The next few hours were spent emptying the car and settling in. 

David and Thelma, both 79, are now in Italy for a 3-month holiday. They are fit, active and full of flair! A lovely couple who are also expats, having emigrated from the UK many years ago. They too toured around Australia in a caravan for 3 years while working on and off as they travelled, and they loved it. Our plans are now on hold, but we look forward to possibly beginning early next year. God willing.

AJ still struggles to walk and to lie down. But at this point, although he is in pain, he is able to walk around the garden and do some physio-prescribed exercises 3 times per day. We had heard from David and Thelma that the nearby university trains Physiotherapists and runs a clinic for the public. They recommended that we give them a call because they are really good. Third-year students are put to the test, overseen by trained therapists, all for a lower fee if you agree that the students can work with you. Physio treatments are very expensive in Australia, so we jumped at the chance. But when I phoned, I was told that they cannot help us until the end of September. AJ was in agony at that point. (He has one good day, and then two bad.) I requested to be put on a waiting list, only to be told that it was full. My spirits were down, as we had so looked forward to getting some help while we were here. I mentioned, very quickly, that David and Thelma had thought we might be helped there. Did I detect a slight change in the tone of voice on the other side of the phone? No, I thought, I had imagined it. I proceeded to make an appointment for the end of September.

That night, the cold weather brought the rain. And did it rain?! The next day it rained for hours. It rained for 2 nights and 2 days straight. A huge weather event had built up and was hanging over the Rockhampton region, just bucketing down. The day after my call to the uni clinic, we got a phone call from them, “There has been a cancellation due to the rain. Can you make it?” “YES!”, said I. It’s only 10 km down the road, and it wasn’t driving, gale-force, rain. So, AJ and I made our way over and he got to have a physio session! What a blessing. They spent 2 hours assessing and working out what would help him, for a mere $35, compared to $175 per hour at a private clinic. We were overjoyed. 

A rather wet Kangaroo, taken from the physio room's window

Once again, we could see the hand of the Lord. He knew we would need an affordable service, close by, so he brought us here. God used the rain cancellations. And perhaps David and Thelma's name played a part. Nevertheless, God knew AJ needed at least 3 months to heal under supervision, and this housesitting is the perfect opportunity. He's already had 3 treatments, all due to cancellations. Yesterday, the therapist noted that he was the 'luckiest' patient, since he's already been able to fill THREE cancellations! Could it be God? 😊

The garden is low maintenance – only watering – easy for me to cope with. The grass never grows because they don’t usually get rain here (go figure 😆), so mowing is never necessary. (However, because of the rain, if it is needed, the neighbour has volunteered his service. People are so kind.) 

A bit of a backstory ... this housesitting gig was booked a year ago, long before AJ stopped work in October 2023. We applied for it because it was further north than we had been, and we wanted to explore. It’s also warmer here at this time of the year compared to Gympie. They let us know a few days later that we were on the short list of candidates, but they wanted two references and a police clearance. (Their two previous house sitters had been horror stories. 😣) One morning we received a call from them to say we were chosen; did we still want to house-sit for them? Yes, we replied. Then AJ’s contract ended.

When it became apparent that AJ was not going to make inroads here in Australia for Aviation work, we decided that we should cancel. It’s a five-hour drive, petrol is expensive, and we needed to find work, not housesit. The first time we began thinking of cancelling was while minding the cows in December last year. The second was in April while we were in Mt Marshall. But each time we wanted to contact them re cancellation, David and Thelma beat us to it, almost to the day, calling to check if we were still coming. They sounded so sweet, so welcoming and we could hear they were elderly. Twice we had not quite made up our minds and were still trying to determine if our finances would hold out for this trip. So, on both occasions, we said yes, through gritted teeth, hoping against hope.

Eventually, when it got to June this year, we knew we would have to come regardless. With tickets booked to go overseas, and preferring someone they could vet thoroughly, they would have struggled to find new house sitters. We couldn’t put them through that. God would help, we said. And he did! Just before we left Gympie, we received news of a tax rebate that we had thought we, as new immigrants, would never qualify for. The funds set aside for the tax man became the funds to travel to Rocky. How amazing is our Father? He knows all the details and organises the little as well as the big things. Then AJ injured his back!

I have never seen someone suffer so much pain. It has been awful to observe and to feel at a total loss on how to assist him. 6 weeks on, he still battles to walk more than 20-30 steps. We are aware of the need to be patient and think positively. Projections just for feeling better are 6 to 12 weeks, and apparently, it can take up to 6 months to have no pain. Our plans may be shelved and/or constantly changing, but we do not doubt that God is in control. Priorities and the approach to daily tasks will also have to change. Even in these circumstances AJ willingly testifies as to how God is working in our lives and in his heart. His faith has been strengthened, regardless of his adversity and suffering. I admire his courage.

Suddenly, all my plans also seem feeble. My priorities have shifted. My tasks have doubled, but it’s been amazing to feel how my Father has equipped me with the energy and abilities I need. Seldom is there a moment to sit still, but I am acutely aware of the need to watch out and not overdo things. We have seen how fickle life can be, and how mortal we are. How powerless we are vs the Creator’s plans for us. Suffice it to say, He has our attention. We are listening! Yet unsure of how our future will unfold.

Again, Psalm 23 pops up in my mind …  in this life, this temporary abode, He will provide all that we need. “The Lord is my Shepherd; I have all that I need.” (NLT version.)

Sometimes God brings us to a point where He is forced to ‘hobble us’ as it were, like the Eastern shepherds do with that self-willed sheep (see my last blog post). In this way, He gets our attention. If only we would listen to Him before He needs to take drastic action.

“He makes me to lie down beside still waters … He restores my soul.”

A few days ago, I read in a devotional that, as Christ’s followers, we are not promised an easy, trouble-free life…

“In this world you will [note the auxiliary verb ‘will’ ] have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16 v 33.)

and

“If you want to be my disciple, you must pick up your cross and follow me.” (Matt 16 v 24 and 25.) As an aside, this was before Christ was crucified … the Israelites were familiar with the crucifixion torture imposed by the Romans, so the analogy must have filled them with revulsion. The whole concept is sanitised for us … we blithely quote that verse, not considering the actual horror of what it encompasses. But Christ knew how he would die, and He chose to equate the difficulties of this life with ‘carrying a cross’.

However, as His followers we can proclaim, “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me, all the days of my life …and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” What more could one want than eternal life in the presence of the Triune God? Here on earth, we are beset with troubles, but with Him, we can see it through. His mercies are new every morning. With each sunrise His grace is visible.

Until next time.

Thanks for stopping by. 🌼

 

 

You want to live in a caravan? Read this first ...

Van life, 24/7

Image by Alexa from Pixabay

A typical morning

We get up in the morning and slide off the bed … the foot end of the bed. In fact, each time you need the loo during the night you must remember to slide off the foot end. While the bed is long enough for my 6 ft hubby, when it’s extended (to get an extra 10 cm of comfort at night) it obliterates any space needed to get a leg around the side edge … the kitchen cupboard on my side, the dining seat on hubs’ side. 😄

So, sliding out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom, knocking your head on the overhead cupboard as you turn to sit on the loo. Then you knock your elbow on the benchtop, after stubbing your toe on the under-sink cupboard that juts out ever so slightly.

To wash your hands and face first thing in the morning you bend over the wash basin and invariably knock your forehead against the tap mechanism because it’s all black so you just don’t see it. You splash water on your face; it goes everywhere, including onto your cosy, warm, just-out-of-bed feet, because the wash basin is so miniscule. Irritated, you now have to dry arms, elbows, face, and feet.

Put the kettle on! Oh, wait … kettle is outside to make space inside. You grab a cover-up to step outside (most often a blanket … mornings can be chilly but it’s the easiest). Holding the blanket with one hand, you aim to fill the kettle with the other. (It takes practice.) Ugh … the outdoor kitchen was packed away for the night … it first has to be pulled out and the water tap put into position.  Kettle filled, you’re faced with early-morning-before-coffee decisions … either carry the sugar basin, coffee filter, coffee, milk etc. outside, or you bring the kettle indoors and make the coffee here. But hubs is still sleeping. Oh wait, washed cups are outside. Out you go with everything. You make several trips because you’re holding onto your cover-up. (Who gets dressed before coffee?) By this time the squeaky stair and door have hubs awake. He’s not a morning person. 😫 “What are you doing …?” he croaks in that morning voice.

The stair into the van is high because of the 17” wheels (“why do you have 17” wheels?”, you ask. Because, according to hubs, the van was supposed to match the height of the Ford Ranger which is now history 😞). Each time you go in and out it feels as if you’re climbing Mount Everest. We bought an external separate step to ease the effort on our somewhat ageing knees. So it’s two steps into the van, then two steps more inside the van. Early in the morning it’s fine … if your bones have recovered from the previous day’s activities and the joints all work. Let’s face it, 60+ years of age is not for namby-pambies. But by midday, you wait for your partner to go into the van and then ask them to get what you need. 🤭 It’s continually a “pass me the … while you’re there” or “since you’re in there, please grab the … for me”. 😂 Partner is immediately irritated because he/she now has an extra task which often involves looking for the item the other person needs.

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Back to breakfast … you’ve carried the eggs, oil, fry pan, bread for toast, butter, etc. outside to the outdoor kitchen. You light the gas only for the wind to blow it out. And you only notice 10 mins later when the water is still not boiling or the egg is not frying. The wind blows everything about or the flies insist on landing where they shouldn’t … usually on the same spot on your face or in the butter you opened to spread on a slice. Or, the sun is already stinging and the butter begins to melt. So, you pick everything up and climb Mount Everest for the 50^th time that morning to make brekkie inside after all. So what if the van smells like bacon and toast until lunchtime?

By congerdesign from Pixabay 

Oops … can’t set the table, it’s full of stuff. So you pile deconstructed breakfast on the small space available on the countertop. Some items fall into the sink, a knife falls and lands butter side down on the rug 😒 (that’s how you know hubs has already had a sneaky slice) and the food on the counter mingles with last night’s unwashed dishes because the dishwashing liquid was outside, and nope! I’m not stepping out into the pitch dark ... it can wait till morning. Too many spiders abound after dark.  

The bed cover, throw, ornamental pillows, teddy, and more are piled on the table, along with yesterday’s clothing that is still good to go for one more day. (We wear our clothes until we can’t anymore – there’s not that much to choose from anymore, and besides, using water for washing must be planned well ahead.)  

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You need the table cleared. “Let’s make the bed darl”, you say. Because making the bed is easier if you are two. If you’re one, rest assured, you’re going to have your daily workout! You’ll also come away with a stubbed toe as you make your way around and around and up to the top on your hands and knees to tuck in the top end, after bumping your head on the overhead cupboard.

Aaah, the feeling when the bed is made up. 😍 At least the bedroom is tidy! 

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And the table is (sort of) clean.

Now to set that unstable table. “Take your hat off the table! And your belt too. Here’s that tool you were looking for.”  It all gets piled onto the bed! “Oh, please put the clean T-shirts on the bed, I’ll pack them away.” You pass it all on to the one closer to the bed because you can’t swap places … that has to be planned too. 😅

“Ah, can you get the dish rack out of the way so I can use the toaster?” (Dish rack goes to the bed.) The kitchen plank gets moved across the sink to make a workspace and finally, you can open the stovetop to make poached eggs. Gotta eat healthy, right?

Exhausted you want to sit down, but there’s no space on the bed, and moving in behind the (unstable) table to sit on the seat is a feat you only execute when you’re ready to sit and actually eat!

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Breakfast made, coffee made, all you need to do is settle next to each other on the seat … the potato and onion basket is moved from the seat to the bed too, to make space. Coffee is poured! The table gets moved out to allow me to slide into my spot (hubs is seated … waiting for those eggs!) I sit down, oh … the salt and pepper! He’s penned in, so up I get, with all the care in the world not to bump the table or else the coffee goes everywhere. Condiments deposited on the table, I gingerly slide back in keeping a beady eye on the coffee cups. Whew! Success, let’s tuck in.

It’s sourdough toast … hubs gets into it with meaning using his knife. Coffee goes everywhere! Sighing, I slide out again for a cloth to wipe up the mess … 🥴

One of our more successful attempts at breakfast inside.

This is by 8 in the morning … are you tired yet? Shall I continue? No, I thought not. Lol. Welcome to caravan life!

After two months full time in the van, bruises are still the norm. Stubbed toes are regular. Bumps on the head are taken as par for the course. 😅 And do you know what? We are loving this lifestyle.

The ‘Green’ loo

This is an ongoing experience … I’m waiting for the day when we forget to empty the ‘liquids’ bottle (as it is discreetly called in the manual) before bed and use it all night, only to find it overflowing in the morning. 😳😖 (Is it just us? We wake up every 2 – 3 hours to use the loo! 🙄😁) Once so far it has hit the brim … 🤦

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‍But it is sooo good to have your own toilet in the middle of the night, to not waste precious water in the tanks on a smelly cassette toilet system, and to not have to visit a dump point. “The liquids,” says the manual, “can be diluted and used to fertilise gardens and plants.” These two weeks that we have been parked under trees … suffice to say, we are hoping that we haven’t ‘fertilised’ the trees to death as it were. 😳😅 Either that or the grass is going to grow where it wouldn’t before. 😁 And no… there is no smell from the (compostable) “solids”. 😁

Lights on … windows and blinds shut tight!

Anyone who knows me, knows I need air. Preferable fresh air. Thankfully we have an AC because if we dared to open windows with lights on in the van after dark, we would be inundated. Bugs seem to be able to come in somewhere. The white strip lights above the counters are our favourite to use. We saw someone’s tip to tape yellow tradesman’s tape over the strip lights. The bugs weren’t put off. We put a second layer over and that seemed to slow their appearance. It’s also softer on the eye. 😆

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It’s a sticky business…

To make the van homely, we have put up posters, pictures and wot-nots. But we have had to constantly re-apply stickers, as one after the other they fall off. Seemingly, nothing is prepared to stay put against these composite walls. Once, losing my temper, I decided to take the Gorilla glue and use that. AJ was teaching. It wouldn’t come out of the nozzle, so I screwed the top off and got into it with a toothpick

“Aaaaargh … AJ! Help!”

He jumps up, students are left hanging. He gets to me in the bathroom, where my fingers are firmly glued together! And he bursts out laughing. 🙄 I’m crying out in fear as I have visions of skin giving way. 😱

“What did you think?” he says. “It’s Gorilla glue!” (Said students hear all! 🥴)

I now know what Gorilla glue is. It took 3 days to remove from my fingers. Moral of the story, don’t lose your temper with objects … it ain’t worth it! You’ll come second. (I could hear the students’ laughter through AJ’s earphones as he related the story with glee. 😤😅)

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Hanging something from the ceiling is especially a challenge – the macramé plant holder has landed on the floor 5 times. Once in the dead of night. At the time, half asleep, we didn’t manage to put two and two together, so there went hubs, torch in hand, around the van in the middle of the night. Finding nothing amiss, he was snoring again in two minutes. Not me! I was wide-eyed for the next hour listening for suspects until sleep took over. The next morning, we saw the macramé and plant lying on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

Pretty things = more work

Who says you can’t be surrounded by pretty things because you live in a van? You sure can have pretty décor. But pretty things can’t all be stuck down to secure them for travel days, so they need to be packed up before the van can be towed. It’s so nice to look at special shells and little pot plants. A flower here and a tea towel there. 

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Everything we have as decoration in the van has a special memory attached to a special person or of a place or moment in time. 

From a magnet to a picture, a shell to a photograph. 

A magnet to recall my fav spot in Qatar
when I worked at the museum library.

This is how we have managed to incorporate those near and dear to us, of whom many are so far from us. 😔 To maintain this I’ve had to make sure when packing up the van for travel days, that the special things have their safe spot. “Where?” you ask. “On the bed! With pillows around them.” ☺

You can lose things in a van …

It’s only 17 feet. It only has that much packing space. Trust me, we have managed to mislay things. So much so, that we have had to search the van with a fine comb to find what is lost! Usually, it’s right under our noses … like the firelighter we store in the pouch right by the door so that it can be reached easily from outside. Did we search for the thing! Seriously, how does one forget so easily yet pass by the item day in and day out, without seeing it?

But when something is stored under the bed … it’s missing! Why … because we forget there is storage under the bed. 😂

Storage

Now here’s the challenge, right? An overhead cupboard (2 ft x 1 ft x 1ft) is dedicated to pantry products. The other three (much smaller) cupboards are 1. for cutlery and crockery, 2. for drinking glasses and measuring jugs etc. and 3. for the stick blender, kettle and toaster and flat pack food storage containers. One out of 4 drawers is dedicated to tea and coffee needs. One is set aside for herbs and spices. One for all my cooking utensils (what a messy drawer 😣) and one more ‘drawer’/space (on the floor of the van) that we use to store tinned foods and cartons of soy milk because it has deep space and is right over the axle where heavy things belong. (When you need a tin, you go down on all fours. Yep, all fours! Not always a pretty sight. Getting up again must be carefully planned because you can’t lean on the unstable table! So, bottom in the air, you come up on hands and feet, then slowly lift yourself off the floor, stacking your spinal column as they show in workout videos, and hoping that you will get your body upright. All the while promising yourself that tomorrow, TOMORROW, you’re going to start working out. You knock your head on the table on the way up. You glare at it. Unaffected by the glare, it just sits there, locked into its happy spot. You quickly check that nobody’s glass of whatever was on the table.)  

“Where”, I hear you ask, “do you keep the rest of your groceries? How do you manage?” 

Under the bed! Yep, we sleep on our pantry store. And why is it that whenever anything is needed from the ‘pantry’, the bed is piled high with stuff and is heavier to lift. It’s supposed to be an effortless lift; it has air struts that help with the lift and which keep the bed up in the air. But it’s rather intimidating when you’re on all fours, diving into a container underneath, fully aware that if the struts give way, you’re going to be a squashed bug!

"And your clothing?" Umm ... 😆

Each item rolled up ... a side for me, the other for hubs.
Storage boxes just don't fit.

Under the bed is also where the ironing board and iron lives. And the box of baking utensils. And the TV that we haven't yet used. And it’s where the lithium batteries live. And the inverter. And the DC2DC charger. And all those gadgets are rather imposing … wires everywhere, with little lights flashing and boxes that keep them secure so they can’t budge. 😳😅 When we sleep at night, we pretend they aren’t a mere 20 cm from our bodies, powering away, keeping the van going.

Talking of power …

To our dismay we discovered (by accident) that we needed another lithium battery in the caravan soon because it’s preferable NOT to add a new battery to an old one … so no adding when you think you can afford it, later down the line. If you’re planning to stay full-time in a van, plan your power needs and get the system installed from the start – one that will meet your needs. Professionals can help with the planning. We didn’t consult, we just guessed. Epic fail! Consequently, we’ve had to dig into emergency funds to add a battery. And another battery needs more solar. And the top of the van can’t take more solar… so we’re shopping around for external solar panels. External panels need an additional Anderson plug on the caravan which needs professional installation. 💸

Sigh …. will we ever get to a complete setup?

Then, as if that pain wasn’t enough, we stepped into another power mess. Let me explain … Sandy’s Essentials was planned as a side hustle. Forgetting just how hot it gets in Queensland in summer, all manner of oils, butters, waxes, and essential oils were purchased. All these need to remain cool, preferably at one temperature. 😣 All good, we thought. We housesit in homes with air conditioners. Until we housesat during a heatwave in a house with no air conditioner! It was 38 and 39 during the day. Stinking hot. (AJ annexed the van to teach from … 😅 … I sweltered. Mmmm…. come to think of it, he did quite a few extra prep hours those few days. 😁) We ate lunch in the van for a reprieve! The supply of oils etc. (also in the van) was melting from the heat of the night.  (The essential oils are stored in the fridge, so they were ok.)  

Tackling the problem, we reckoned an external fridge would do the trick. After looking at a bunch of brands, we bought one on sale. Not the best, not the most expensive, a middle-of-the-road type of investment. THEN we realised that it needed its own battery to keep it cool when it’s in the car and not plugged into AC (home) power. THEN, of course, the battery needs to be wired into the car by an auto electrician, so that the car charges it when the engine is on. Then, says the salesman, when the car is not switched on and charging the battery, the battery needs solar panels on top of your vehicle to keep it charged. Huh?! All to keep the fridge cool. Epic fail! 💸💸💸 We walked away with an unplanned major expense – to provide for a side hustle that I haven’t had the brain power to get up and going yet. The panels and battery box system turned out to be more expensive than the fridge. 🙄 Talk about embarrassing. Luckily, hubs can keep his beer in the fridge too. 😆  

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At least the battery box can also power his laptop on days when the van’s power might fade. To cap it all, the fridge and its contents, battery box and extra solar panel, add 60kg to the car. 😣 “The things a man will do for his wife” mutters hubs, as he has airbag suspension installed in the car. (I argue that the car sags because of the weight of his tool bag … anyway, airbag suspension helps. 😂)

About that weight …

Off we went … water tanks full, check! Gas bottles full, check! Petrol tank full, check! Caravan fridge full, check! Everything loaded into the van and the car, as if we were travelling, check! (Including THAT Sandy’s Essentials fridge!)

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It was one of the hottest days of summer. The poor man and his wife from Weigh Check Gympie were tasked with checking whether we were within legal limits. As they darted around with scales and laptop, manoeuvring the van and the car and then both together (with us inside it), we held our breath, sweating bullets, and not because of the heat. Verdict? We were 45 kg overweight in the caravan. But the car could still take another 100 kg. Hallelujah! Off hubs went to remove the huge tool bag that he had placed in the back of the caravan to weigh the back end down and he popped it in the car. (Trust me … the small number of tools he shipped over from Qatar have miraculously multiplied…. I wonder how? 🤔😆) Another re-weigh and we were good to go, with just a few kg to spare in the caravan, but relieved, nonetheless. Now, we need to watch our weight in more ways than one; only one week’s worth of groceries is ever bought, and even then it’s the bare minimum. 😄

Office or a dining area?

When hubs works from the van it’s quite an experience.  At 1 pm the dining table and seat become an office! All the gear gets packed out and he connects to his online classes. We still stand amazed – we use our phones as hotspots for our computers. Our national network’s mobile data package carries all our internet needs. He trains online, and I use my quota to blog, do research, work on admin and more.

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My workspace, you ask? 😂 Here it is …

Made a plan to have a standing desk!

Shower curtain privacy!

Somehow, the constant technical chatter of instruction doesn’t bother me and I’m able to set up my space feeling quite comfy behind the shower curtains that act as a privacy screen. (His laptop camera is only on his face, but I still feel better having my own private space.) At 8 pm, the time when I can no longer function, I take a shower and hop into bed. As long as those curtains are closed it’s as if there were a wall between us. I hit dreamland while hubs is still teaching away. 😊

Towing days need checklists!

We’re still getting used to it all. Each time we tow we tend to forget something. I shouldn’t divulge this, but once it was the ‘liquids’ bottle in the green loo. 😫😆😅 By the time we could stop it was all over the inner space of the toilet – thankfully contained!! Capping the bottle, I took three toilet rolls and chucked them into the space. Locking the van, we sheepishly went on our way. It was something to sort out at the next destination. You can’t be squeamish if you have a composting toilet. Neither forgetful! 😆

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The last time we towed, we forgot to clip on the towing mirrors. Halfway through Gympie town, I noticed they weren’t attached. Hubs pulled up at the first place we were able to stop. He hopped out to attach them. I looked up and straight into a traffic camera – and a “Busses only” traffic sign. 😫😂 (Waiting for the ticket.) And that reminds me, those checklists must be made up! We must work with checklists!!!!  

I hope I’ve managed to give you a peek into our full-time living in a van. 😀 It keeps us on the go… keeps us moving and active in more ways than we could have imagined. It’s fun, it’s hard work, and it’s not straightforward. It’s constant adherence to rules and regulations. It requires advance planning, foresight, and constant checking and monitoring of gear. Moving parts need regular attention. Weight and balance are vital. Thankfully hubs has a lot of weight and balance experience from his helicopter career.

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To wrap up ... 

Soon we leave for rural Queensland, where we will housesit – with no pets – just housesit, for three months. We are looking forward to a reprieve from travelling around, packing up and packing down. Still, we wouldn’t want any other life right now. We are happy. We feel content to own only that which can fit into 17 feet. (Apart from winter clothes in storage at Nadya’s house and some special books, we tow what we own.) It’s an uncanny feeling when you stop and think about it. 

But nothing beats that early morning cup of coffee, outside in nature, with the smell of the dew on the grass and the wind rustling through the trees.

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We are acutely aware that our Father’s grace and mercy carry us. We are vulnerable on the roads, vulnerable to wild weather, and reliant upon staying healthy and strong to be able to follow this lifestyle. What the future holds we know not.

Therefore, we appreciate each of you, for your messages and support in prayer. 🙏 We pray for you too.

Thank you for stopping by. Until next time, from Esk, it’s cheerio for now.  🌼

 

DISCLAIMER: No husbands or caravans were harmed during the telling of this story. But fiction it is not.