Paws and Reflect

It's not all 'beer and skittles' and nice views......well maybe ? I'm writing this (Shazza) from the sanctuary of New South Wales (NSW) ; a 'groundhog day' moment with a return to Kangaroo Valley as the State Borders once again tighten up due to Victoria's (VIC) second significant wave of Covid19. We've been over the border for just over a week and managed to avoid the 'hotspots' of Melbourne and surrounds, thankfully. It's a strange world when the mere sight of a VIC licence plate strikes fear and suspicion across the populous. Blessed are we with our NSW plate ! Avoiding Melbourne like the Plague.....literally ! The song played on a number of TV Ads which some would like as the National Anthem '...we are one ; we are Australia...' seems to have somehow been forgotten amongst the social media camping forums. A number of the, shall we say, older greyer nomads have been very curmudgeonly about it all. So pull up the drawbridges it'

A Von Blog. I am writing this in the township of Tungamah, it is in Yorta Yorta Country.  The people of the Yorta Yorta nation are comprised of 8 different clan groups and are the original ancestors of the land.  I would like to acknowledge the Dhulanyagan people who are the traditional custodians of this land.  I would also like to pay my respects to the elders, past and present, of the Yorta Yorta nation. Travelling in the van means not only do we get to do a lot of looking out the window but also plenty of time to think through thorny issues and knotty conundrums.  In recent weeks my thoughts have often come round to world events such as the Black Lives Matter protests and I have felt myself pulled in different directions.  My internal Venn diagram would look a bit like this: I was disappointed that protesters had taken to pulling down statues and graffiti'ing war memorials but, at the same time, I am furious that Aborigines, although only making up 3.3% of the Australian popula