tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136874627899925542024-02-19T02:45:00.609-08:00Colin Does AustraliaA tail of two cities and moreColin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-57577271467942686852010-03-15T03:50:00.001-07:002010-03-15T04:16:47.416-07:00Colin on HolidaysI know my life is one big holiday, but South West Rocks for a whole month was really special. It's such a pretty town that I want to share it with you.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB1je9uAQeRGHZ7Pd_3aauinFMqnvgjCuF0xFBJjG8egdZkbeIMWQYyNPASoZsqZ16_oeTGsdKaScR_M0LFKJh1eEOrTODkJ_C84lwLMQJ0BLQa9OJeveNtCeyccWRdGcM9-PmebXm1E/s1600-h/092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812926760560402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB1je9uAQeRGHZ7Pd_3aauinFMqnvgjCuF0xFBJjG8egdZkbeIMWQYyNPASoZsqZ16_oeTGsdKaScR_M0LFKJh1eEOrTODkJ_C84lwLMQJ0BLQa9OJeveNtCeyccWRdGcM9-PmebXm1E/s320/092.JPG" /></a> My mum and dad and Barbie and I had lunch on the grass behind our van.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheM1zy-uA3OymQqRfsKSDb3RMltCZKMYa9d2o6lD2CuhMKeCCpwkDfie2Uudwm6MYBLxHSYYVXyyYZAQyTho8o2NUrKSQQGD6xCwKuegsywi-AWph_alsHao4WLfEvPSjoSfueAqIcVDA/s1600-h/101.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812912835018322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheM1zy-uA3OymQqRfsKSDb3RMltCZKMYa9d2o6lD2CuhMKeCCpwkDfie2Uudwm6MYBLxHSYYVXyyYZAQyTho8o2NUrKSQQGD6xCwKuegsywi-AWph_alsHao4WLfEvPSjoSfueAqIcVDA/s320/101.JPG" /></a> I don't think my dad was really watching out for me in the surf....I stepped in a hole and could have gone under!!<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812904595160706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21llP1i1Z1Ll96iC3XYPasQX8OdggZ3jXYKk3LNM60WT4ko268j1VpIh0LMHBSwgtsksL2OyAoOJcAnKohxB1nlphO-l2mm9O2re6yLW5hIHb02cLazg3C4SyaXskguhcQgHcsKTDSG8/s320/110.JPG" /> This is our van in the SW Rocks van park. I'm sitting in a chair under the awning watching my dad do the washing.<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9utez5p3JTarJETaOxFih8RlAqhhko03PV6qSQp3IQCo_gOzgqraFvG5uVx1sEVt5BW6Zt2RhEkmdCpTxrLSUEl2_ey7GleDQgH1FlbkYJgY6HqSIZF4F1TAxqPR9XVc5LehNMgulwc/s1600-h/129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812885725355426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9utez5p3JTarJETaOxFih8RlAqhhko03PV6qSQp3IQCo_gOzgqraFvG5uVx1sEVt5BW6Zt2RhEkmdCpTxrLSUEl2_ey7GleDQgH1FlbkYJgY6HqSIZF4F1TAxqPR9XVc5LehNMgulwc/s320/129.JPG" /></a>We had lunch in the outside beer garden of this pub in a trendy little town called "Gladstone", about a half-hour drive from SW Rocks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5YwjPEA8J1UnrLbA5RyV4JPdmboYPVBvu98-PBXWNjf_5RZPoTclzhY-VDxl8qlQ8QSZzaQvUULBJl9QNZMfufqH3xR3DxcdAgY25KJckZA3YcUk6cWkeIiGx8ZgwlJG454GeuExwIE/s1600-h/147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812289720114818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5YwjPEA8J1UnrLbA5RyV4JPdmboYPVBvu98-PBXWNjf_5RZPoTclzhY-VDxl8qlQ8QSZzaQvUULBJl9QNZMfufqH3xR3DxcdAgY25KJckZA3YcUk6cWkeIiGx8ZgwlJG454GeuExwIE/s320/147.JPG" /></a>My brother, Matt, came to visit for the weekend and he and my dad tried more of that fishing thing....I say again, fish don't do much, do they? (except maybe get caught and then thrown back).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z_dxhBRJdg3Z-ZuPiBQzn00M911XnFpt_saoAdcOmOmqpCfR8bqWFz9evnz6P4TlBigYaS4f1MUrM5jGskBoXoj1sl2N6umNnMic0dwzJE2CA82-81ALIBQFs3cBzxzf9b7hecXDTCQ/s1600-h/163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812275051861090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z_dxhBRJdg3Z-ZuPiBQzn00M911XnFpt_saoAdcOmOmqpCfR8bqWFz9evnz6P4TlBigYaS4f1MUrM5jGskBoXoj1sl2N6umNnMic0dwzJE2CA82-81ALIBQFs3cBzxzf9b7hecXDTCQ/s320/163.JPG" /></a>We went hunting for bait on a sandbank - and it was great fun. I could run and run through the mud and not get into trouble.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofC75XQXvYB0n3RsLFIuFqG-JiTWSe_bCaH5ji36XJdhdHh_l9rHKxNT7YNOO0eop9Eg0GNmvJrVLIMcJH0_3RA-wMJn4AAYg-PdkoO8EPMlJYiDK0umTg6xzqTLWI5POG0DWmRTz40w/s1600-h/170.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812267822810306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofC75XQXvYB0n3RsLFIuFqG-JiTWSe_bCaH5ji36XJdhdHh_l9rHKxNT7YNOO0eop9Eg0GNmvJrVLIMcJH0_3RA-wMJn4AAYg-PdkoO8EPMlJYiDK0umTg6xzqTLWI5POG0DWmRTz40w/s320/170.JPG" /></a> My dad set a fishing rod into the sand while he was hunting for more bait...and guess what?!...he caught a fish that he didn't have to throw back....BUT he wrapped it in a wet towel and then I had to sit still and guard it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN_ORStyAq5WI6ddsH4J7k7XfquHpYKUxSJsVLEDZg6Ki7Rz5Yd4ObINql6pXyTTbrEivp4JoC47mmMt1wyb8U9_YqOCfN0oqNeSKWdm2nkmLnap0FC_GLi5-0t7X2FKYoyX5PkXn28I/s1600-h/171.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448812262071328386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN_ORStyAq5WI6ddsH4J7k7XfquHpYKUxSJsVLEDZg6Ki7Rz5Yd4ObINql6pXyTTbrEivp4JoC47mmMt1wyb8U9_YqOCfN0oqNeSKWdm2nkmLnap0FC_GLi5-0t7X2FKYoyX5PkXn28I/s320/171.JPG" /></a> I would definitely much rather be running....I don't think that fish was going anywhere anyway!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUslJlpttjaaIV6Rfh4CySY9n_94pC7524YYRGLw74p71JfPja-iE01rCkBW56NMIqd_swDhBUl6G27dukaaaZ4oopNZUYcr17_LzR7H7PcSpZ-jVQZslmVrfhdn1sQT6Bv7UwrIjYkkE/s1600-h/173.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448811617441064194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUslJlpttjaaIV6Rfh4CySY9n_94pC7524YYRGLw74p71JfPja-iE01rCkBW56NMIqd_swDhBUl6G27dukaaaZ4oopNZUYcr17_LzR7H7PcSpZ-jVQZslmVrfhdn1sQT6Bv7UwrIjYkkE/s320/173.JPG" /></a>I asked my mum could I go for a run and we ended up having this big discussion about guarding that darned FISH!!<br /></div><div>So much responsibility for such a little guy (sigh).</div><div>Love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-45208699670969681422010-03-15T03:10:00.000-07:002010-03-15T03:49:48.579-07:00When we were heading home for ChristmasI thought you might be interested in seeing a bit of the countryside we travelled through when we moved from Emerald in Central Queensland, to our 'holiday' stopover in South West Rocks (on our way home to the Blue Mountains for Christmas).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CDHPNjUNmiJfMMMiAYHZQw6ISxndubBSXP4kBFkg_jZ2JHK2vWVRUT1F9cbWaRUiT2XBNTGUbX7BjU0Hd7rjUHjCtokWzzwmZYKwzj07-F48PyyGOy7rdNVZ5KyKa3X65HeocgvpUkQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448804013573248002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CDHPNjUNmiJfMMMiAYHZQw6ISxndubBSXP4kBFkg_jZ2JHK2vWVRUT1F9cbWaRUiT2XBNTGUbX7BjU0Hd7rjUHjCtokWzzwmZYKwzj07-F48PyyGOy7rdNVZ5KyKa3X65HeocgvpUkQ/s320/018.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsf6NyFOOP1CHZwVuDVMnZlFBcAK1KxViOwiMoE1uEPk4ak7y_QUvKPRxxZ7jxQNqU8U9QDig4Rnjci6Gxf4cTdh3NH9vNrMEV2QfsFT-gWIP8gtKtn7T2ar0xQLVImr8sqWykGK7qaYY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448804002872526626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsf6NyFOOP1CHZwVuDVMnZlFBcAK1KxViOwiMoE1uEPk4ak7y_QUvKPRxxZ7jxQNqU8U9QDig4Rnjci6Gxf4cTdh3NH9vNrMEV2QfsFT-gWIP8gtKtn7T2ar0xQLVImr8sqWykGK7qaYY/s320/012.JPG" /></a> We spent an overnight at the base of a mountain not far out of Emerald. It's called "TheVirgin Rock" and you can see why, I think. The mountain has eroded and left the image (entirely natural).<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYPOUS4TNiRrPf7ZO0-8Hsq_WZT6CrMeQBlV_oBQV_9kHMPSpIqENKk_WGkcbZIAbjODcLshKdEeYKn1vlGmJ96TvdX69VC6xTPbFFD9LXkBoM-h6nloX2ed3BHTwHJ6ef3I0IVD_-KI/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448803146311964162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYPOUS4TNiRrPf7ZO0-8Hsq_WZT6CrMeQBlV_oBQV_9kHMPSpIqENKk_WGkcbZIAbjODcLshKdEeYKn1vlGmJ96TvdX69VC6xTPbFFD9LXkBoM-h6nloX2ed3BHTwHJ6ef3I0IVD_-KI/s320/019.JPG" /></a> Can you see The Virgin Mary on the left of the photo?<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448803134698069938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkk6g1ePpOIDIGRyaUEM7LYzXcWnBDSXR614Cc5DomiiPfvQO8SZK8MbWGm4JGl4hMRfYqiK3csdrQt8_7YRtNuHCMUXfJNc3AkzU_ITIUNmTIDICKHiNps5N0RFLNEALMhsY-3mfwYXM/s320/031.JPG" /> The countryside is flat and dry and the roads are STRAIGHT. The photos below are of our second night camp spot in a little town called Meeandarah. Very isolated, but the site (supplied by the local Council in a park) had water and electricity for our van at a cost of $5 for three nights. It's actually $5 for the first night and the next two nights are free<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgwpZ88H8qWTo1a3lHhyphenhyphenG9QUgHFI1X0vQY8ULvSCtW9kb1Rov5pWIc18K2vL2A6UgWQW2fV0jOZDk0dSJ4jN7cATl-wDgv4g1__ogCEUCufAcpJzV1fIiUjy876jSzThO5x6RW4rSV8w/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448803119029869842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgwpZ88H8qWTo1a3lHhyphenhyphenG9QUgHFI1X0vQY8ULvSCtW9kb1Rov5pWIc18K2vL2A6UgWQW2fV0jOZDk0dSJ4jN7cATl-wDgv4g1__ogCEUCufAcpJzV1fIiUjy876jSzThO5x6RW4rSV8w/s320/035.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgGLaa7BKAjL8FG20qml0R8fruGBiC_PnCJ6Mrmfbyj8c0VPFFXtYYN-Bokh7kVJSzDmS8-0CpFtWp4DINCSF2mMnE1efl_RckRInJiXOG3x-mrHfiIy6m3ScDlI6skwlkS312gIFSzE/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448803116151080994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgGLaa7BKAjL8FG20qml0R8fruGBiC_PnCJ6Mrmfbyj8c0VPFFXtYYN-Bokh7kVJSzDmS8-0CpFtWp4DINCSF2mMnE1efl_RckRInJiXOG3x-mrHfiIy6m3ScDlI6skwlkS312gIFSzE/s320/037.JPG" /></a> Looking from our van to the "town centre".<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYn_t9ojKgbQUTcUlkXfQtJ9fWju0NgzGzK5zRpsMp1fjmeN2REjMD6lghQREV24HEotohlV2K-OtBMubBVxlp7PpxchgJz1C1cPXQ0MuUAtsW5BX8zsTjB3xW7PvDFhPynIrMma-he00/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448802517556211506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYn_t9ojKgbQUTcUlkXfQtJ9fWju0NgzGzK5zRpsMp1fjmeN2REjMD6lghQREV24HEotohlV2K-OtBMubBVxlp7PpxchgJz1C1cPXQ0MuUAtsW5BX8zsTjB3xW7PvDFhPynIrMma-he00/s320/043.JPG" /></a> The river behind our van was particularly beautiful.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj19XLbqKg0u_Yx8YDg9Ly9opbGoINCHdy95caRl2Ef_Uhh4v3QNsusJvXiC_Mt1JXKUZjTSVE1evX8A-KAq61typu_zYYlmwFIEUSai-l4Yy0K-ltS1Wrnqs33Hx7YwJr6gXzzmDtOSI/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448802500711923618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj19XLbqKg0u_Yx8YDg9Ly9opbGoINCHdy95caRl2Ef_Uhh4v3QNsusJvXiC_Mt1JXKUZjTSVE1evX8A-KAq61typu_zYYlmwFIEUSai-l4Yy0K-ltS1Wrnqs33Hx7YwJr6gXzzmDtOSI/s320/048.JPG" /></a>That's our van on the right of the photo. There was only one other van in the area.</div><div></div><div>Do hope you enjoyed the little "travel-dogue"...love from Colin Harries<br /><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-52179544542556744462010-03-10T19:37:00.000-08:002010-03-10T20:11:22.208-08:00Well, hello my good friends. Since I last wrote, we've been travelling more and have been "home" for Christmas and New Year. My last photos were from Emerald in Central Queensland, which is on the Tropic of Capricorn and is very warm in the summer. So, my dad finished his temporary bus driving job in Emerald and we hooked up the caravan and travelled south for the summer. On the way "home" to the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, we holidayed for a whole month in a little beachside town named South West Rocks (about 6 hours' drive north of Sydney). These photos are from there...and you'll see what fun it is to travel in Australia (well, at least I had fun)!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6R_JpDn81clFt7y388U7xsRAPDjZIRIdG0eM_EuXZubud2kGxn1IsBjU2y0XuCV5Z0HDQ1qCDr0KWx8AYwWd_EouyE__UAcSarFD1T9P6THiSQ7qRLx2OqO0GRlQecSRizx8nlkudX-0/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217233700877666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6R_JpDn81clFt7y388U7xsRAPDjZIRIdG0eM_EuXZubud2kGxn1IsBjU2y0XuCV5Z0HDQ1qCDr0KWx8AYwWd_EouyE__UAcSarFD1T9P6THiSQ7qRLx2OqO0GRlQecSRizx8nlkudX-0/s320/005.JPG" /></a> Our dearest Barbie arrived to spend the first week in South West Rocks with us. She is my auntie-cum-grandma-cum-best friend and I love her so much. She loves to go fishing, so I thought if I stayed with her in the surf, it would be such a big help to her.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJ2K2SRZpAFS8FzkdYt_ctcn3rrlTmADSUyC3hS7HKLqQbXmmPwSHRmMkjuXW7qkpq5-OaNXh29NnJIXvXmlfXlgojnDW1vARqmo0LkqwHoQdd4_Q9CfeRTkHL7M0rEEklGNFtHv2N28/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217226962373858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJ2K2SRZpAFS8FzkdYt_ctcn3rrlTmADSUyC3hS7HKLqQbXmmPwSHRmMkjuXW7qkpq5-OaNXh29NnJIXvXmlfXlgojnDW1vARqmo0LkqwHoQdd4_Q9CfeRTkHL7M0rEEklGNFtHv2N28/s320/007.JPG" /></a>But a guy can't stand still forever! Fish don't do much, do they? So, a frolic through the surf was the obvious answer. I can run very fast, you know.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKgCU68eZqQjVFY-p7lTOk1C-2avCI6cXzdfWI5mKkJN5NEapC7XWKBf-2gJvA2ooBz8bIyBKjURwkEpz-5vdF94PI54nGVanVGYpI5uhaHZsTfX4Rw62acW8BrsxVfkKkh7o7G5dERk/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217218052273234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKgCU68eZqQjVFY-p7lTOk1C-2avCI6cXzdfWI5mKkJN5NEapC7XWKBf-2gJvA2ooBz8bIyBKjURwkEpz-5vdF94PI54nGVanVGYpI5uhaHZsTfX4Rw62acW8BrsxVfkKkh7o7G5dERk/s320/016.JPG" /></a>And then Barbie also realised that fish don't do much ... so I took her and my mum for a walk along the beach. What would they do if I wasn't there to keep them entertained??!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0XMr_E-W3tpa9wXnNM8vwF76uEsd3WRfPiBbQq146oWtn8ANwItiBRv8Lw1xbT97WgZwb7NWKyry4DJ2UmGFRZQAboX2u1eYJ__DK6I4-0HaPp_s88w2M8HFumdz1u3EV1EaroTgpDg/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216812173539490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0XMr_E-W3tpa9wXnNM8vwF76uEsd3WRfPiBbQq146oWtn8ANwItiBRv8Lw1xbT97WgZwb7NWKyry4DJ2UmGFRZQAboX2u1eYJ__DK6I4-0HaPp_s88w2M8HFumdz1u3EV1EaroTgpDg/s320/024.JPG" /></a> Uncle Harry and Auntie Sue (my cousin Jett's mum and dad - he who came with us for a caravanning weekend when I first came from the adoption place back 18 months ago) were also holidaying in SWR and we went back to their apartment for lunch....but I needed a big rest by then and my mum sat with me so I could sleep uninterrupted.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4ESeDzVXivo5VtoBoZzgfevelGEj9ynczkhurvd06FDaxZONUwXnjEPaHRWkpDC6fs9QSqIS55dEf_6FCVtRRPeJHJ7NQEmQxIsK_gC4uc_J2sPEvz6SpcCdrUKAbJrlpiAWV80UFPA/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216802433868322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4ESeDzVXivo5VtoBoZzgfevelGEj9ynczkhurvd06FDaxZONUwXnjEPaHRWkpDC6fs9QSqIS55dEf_6FCVtRRPeJHJ7NQEmQxIsK_gC4uc_J2sPEvz6SpcCdrUKAbJrlpiAWV80UFPA/s320/027.JPG" /></a> And then after lunch it was back to the water for (guess what).. YES...more fishing. I really can't understand it much...they seem to catch them and then throw them back. I asked why, and got grouched at "too b.... small" was my dad's answer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheB2z0Yp8_Kl1_qhkINsHv1_9DM5EkzDMpWbk-eWVic4u4dp4RVUjUOuirPSd-nZml80Gi3G1IDcSsaVB9B0kFyX1GozSY6Fb2glJlGYj4ZuAiyk736JJdsNTQjrrta8bH5dSqWX068Rg/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216346058117138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheB2z0Yp8_Kl1_qhkINsHv1_9DM5EkzDMpWbk-eWVic4u4dp4RVUjUOuirPSd-nZml80Gi3G1IDcSsaVB9B0kFyX1GozSY6Fb2glJlGYj4ZuAiyk736JJdsNTQjrrta8bH5dSqWX068Rg/s320/033.JPG" /></a>This is our campsite at South West Rocks. So very comfortable and such a pretty place. I'll show you more in future blogs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ4PbnZsiWQ-9Z3pcYWm_BRm4tb0-4zJypwktkM1L1ybl_jfd3C5aHqamc5xW-foZ6NzZ8t8BvvugYS1RFB0bj_u3KM_DQcshQMfX4dHVuOtA6V7-PRQiJ1mKDR_ULv4EgyXphH1bPrY/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216332758553058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ4PbnZsiWQ-9Z3pcYWm_BRm4tb0-4zJypwktkM1L1ybl_jfd3C5aHqamc5xW-foZ6NzZ8t8BvvugYS1RFB0bj_u3KM_DQcshQMfX4dHVuOtA6V7-PRQiJ1mKDR_ULv4EgyXphH1bPrY/s320/035.JPG" /></a> My Uncle Adrian also came to visit with us in South West Rocks. He came all the way in the train from Sydney. My full name is actually Colin Adrian Harries 'cos Uncle Adrian was the one who found my photo on the adoption place website and he phoned my mum and told her to come and get me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bU03iytwR3H9qzfdfNX10HXvEGqAK_TXG4xihRxTsJoWV1U8cssWcsDQzY86YNA9mmNCrqTMVw24jVrLtdnuZWAqMvrg5YVfIeLNFNuQpLw5tRbfi0RLO1HJupb1nsCHuvlcR2oUGdg/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216324305260306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bU03iytwR3H9qzfdfNX10HXvEGqAK_TXG4xihRxTsJoWV1U8cssWcsDQzY86YNA9mmNCrqTMVw24jVrLtdnuZWAqMvrg5YVfIeLNFNuQpLw5tRbfi0RLO1HJupb1nsCHuvlcR2oUGdg/s320/063.JPG" /></a>So much to do and so little time!! We went pushbike riding and out to lunch at the local pub along the river. At the mouth of this river is the township of South West Rocks (about 4 kms away).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO764uhD-INjg5hBkTfbUkn3zjFUOkT8BLB3FUOnYSA0S1bEUQZ2Wq2fOSjhHQ6P69-rENDW4VBc4XzoV_9pYCJRtY5U24hq8_WD6J9nFYOQzhiXPuV8VStbFOnXO5IQP0DWSKJSCpfM8/s1600-h/078.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447215736968076530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO764uhD-INjg5hBkTfbUkn3zjFUOkT8BLB3FUOnYSA0S1bEUQZ2Wq2fOSjhHQ6P69-rENDW4VBc4XzoV_9pYCJRtY5U24hq8_WD6J9nFYOQzhiXPuV8VStbFOnXO5IQP0DWSKJSCpfM8/s320/078.JPG" /></a><br />And finally...a view of the township of South West Rocks from along the beach - see how my mum and my Barbie prefer to look at me than at the view of the town??!</div><div> </div><div>Enough for now because I don't want you to get sick of seeing me having such a good time... I'll drag it out until you run away screaming!! Haha! </div><div> </div><div>Love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-11874159998409896252010-03-08T17:27:00.000-08:002010-03-08T17:29:50.061-08:00Colin is Back!!Well, hello again my bloggy friends. My mum and dad and I have been travelling...and busy...and I just haven't had my paws on the 'puter for months. I'm about to rectify that and we'll be back in blogland very soon again. This is just a little friendly warning! Love from Colin Harries xxColin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-52822870917468440192009-07-25T21:53:00.000-07:002009-07-25T22:03:09.628-07:00Part 2 of "Emerald is a Diamond"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_m92CfxFfmolNxK_Q7jS-ewWX1OITqL8OC8rEVvleAYUkR1TfZMvyxey5uegN-9iY6R0cB7a3H4x8ZzhxE_GC5p2w427C-GFdVRBdSzzI17cltGLWVQDNMWoEcEr1HFg2maJS-K6H0bI/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362628090005601938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_m92CfxFfmolNxK_Q7jS-ewWX1OITqL8OC8rEVvleAYUkR1TfZMvyxey5uegN-9iY6R0cB7a3H4x8ZzhxE_GC5p2w427C-GFdVRBdSzzI17cltGLWVQDNMWoEcEr1HFg2maJS-K6H0bI/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hello again (time for Part 2). I apologise for messing up, but 'sumthin' happened to my photos. I thought they were particularly important to include because I feature, with everyone adoring me!!<br /><br />Our new friends also like me very much, they say, and I am really a very gracious host, inasmuch as I don't pee on their chairs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfLTv4CrS3hQAd-j8eS6U-X4wzTBqfEHJX14bjKhnlwQBOi61Ab3rR8R8OBB0_9uk4WO5zHAT16L-3iI2d5F_m6QZgWIolLiZdF7qthOH_2-fPrnEm2aPiaKKK5TECY5smuOlBQm9UtQ/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362627910286262898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfLTv4CrS3hQAd-j8eS6U-X4wzTBqfEHJX14bjKhnlwQBOi61Ab3rR8R8OBB0_9uk4WO5zHAT16L-3iI2d5F_m6QZgWIolLiZdF7qthOH_2-fPrnEm2aPiaKKK5TECY5smuOlBQm9UtQ/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Notice the stables in the background (that's my dad I'm standing with - I have to be careful to share myself around) - do you know that sometimes big trucks come in and unload all these horses and put them into the stables for the night and then the next morning they load them onto the trucks again and disappear. I'm glad I'm not a horse.<br /><br />That's all for now.......we will be in Emerald until early in September...so I'm not sure how many new things I'll be showing you, but photos of me are always fascinating, I know. Hadehaha! Love from Colin Harries xxColin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-61789385572914126742009-07-25T21:03:00.001-07:002009-07-25T21:53:39.341-07:00Emerald is a Diamond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTsQraU1PZdX9vJxH98jnt0HQyodFZt7EaGXqTmCk2SjdRR23LwUI5oq7d_JyCIzYDD6vNbUUZV250r5S0cFk8ouxjVYELTjO55ksUOJt-Ats0pQelUy2MWWpekNo__fwrFVb7_lyl78/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362618899858080626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTsQraU1PZdX9vJxH98jnt0HQyodFZt7EaGXqTmCk2SjdRR23LwUI5oq7d_JyCIzYDD6vNbUUZV250r5S0cFk8ouxjVYELTjO55ksUOJt-Ats0pQelUy2MWWpekNo__fwrFVb7_lyl78/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Hello everyone! I thought I would start the day by saying that the town of Emerald in Central Queensland is fast becoming a favourite place to stay, and stay, and stay. WHY? Because my dad has taken a "JOB" here. I get confused 'cos I thought my mum said that he didn't have a job any more after we went on the road. But here's the proof - the uniform he wears looks smart, doesn't it? It's got "Emerald Coaches" on the front and my dad is a bus driver again. He told me he thought it would be a fun for five or six weeks. So, we've set up camp in the Emerald Showgrounds...and made new friends as the photos below will show you.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4F79CphkXaFrJpMx7l_JU1qx_DYrZZQEakHqHHh22hG9lq8oj0aP2IkqU8-if3zop1YcPCv3S7733Crx5NSAmz74R-CSSFOjB-_O6whUt8cH72O7DAGwk-ZlIhvDHboFTEYQltbEuFic/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362617091036374946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4F79CphkXaFrJpMx7l_JU1qx_DYrZZQEakHqHHh22hG9lq8oj0aP2IkqU8-if3zop1YcPCv3S7733Crx5NSAmz74R-CSSFOjB-_O6whUt8cH72O7DAGwk-ZlIhvDHboFTEYQltbEuFic/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a>I don't mind, as I get lots and lots of time with my mum and dad who have nothing better to do than focus on me and my happiness. Each morning, my dad and I have breakfast in the sunshine in the annexe attached to our caravan. (Actually, I've already had my breakfast - not a bad idea to be cute and loving and hope for something else though).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362616153447111778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNaJXXCQU6_1oHJczkwmKX_VRubGkun12xPZdl6Peklssrl0NQUsmum7jwrB_2ZmWfngJ3KGQdsMYOaKzL-i3Ygi42ZlHMa47zS3F8Zae1IG1wDaADqnG0a2gCM9JWkhGvf090etMn5Q/s320/026.JPG" border="0" />Here's our campsite...in glorious isolation, even though there are probably 30 other vans that stay and come and go in the Showgrounds. The local Council owns the grounds and it's where they can hold rodeos and flower shows and gymkhanas and there are stables and cattle pens for people travelling who have to rest themselves and their animals. There are no marked van sites - just put your van wherever it suits you and hook up to the water and electricity. It costs $15 a night to stay here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362615853679992594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rleW3BKJNr6Kr1OgMxDOWDYYOe0dkR5X6KrazwcLfz3bm8vLjA65Pn7nO-fehzmuw3H9IgBrp3_k8aqYWXcQXJnTC-U4NcoGzeg1vSuXj7p8XVKRDDC13lcqEtqraPTpUWojgC10tZQ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" />And best of all, there is a five acre fully fenced car park where I run every morning....birds by the thousands and thousands to chase (they're mostly galahs and they're not very brave and fly off, but a couple of pee-wees dive bombed me the other day when I was in the middle of a four-wheel-drift turn to run back to my mum and dad - and I fell over!) Embarrassing, but nobody really noticed, I'm sure, as I leapt to my feet almost without missing stride (but after tumble-turning twice) - my mum made me put this bit in about the tumble-turns 'cos she said I wasn't really being truthful otherwise.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzShzAqXDfKmtSpqN6BWYYdMYyTcVHt5fpqgUCeGsg9h2YjdqMNBGbbL585oVOPGFhrgVlPw_17HCRfFdOt8N31oOl8uQV9onrCfqiKoDs3_FuobcTPQxGJ7g8Kykm93gZ8_y4m40zu9g/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362615435291689202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzShzAqXDfKmtSpqN6BWYYdMYyTcVHt5fpqgUCeGsg9h2YjdqMNBGbbL585oVOPGFhrgVlPw_17HCRfFdOt8N31oOl8uQV9onrCfqiKoDs3_FuobcTPQxGJ7g8Kykm93gZ8_y4m40zu9g/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a>See our set-up. My fence wouldn't stop a fly from getting over it, and I don't even bother trying, but it makes my mum feel better that I am 'somewhat contained' (her words) and won't get run over or kidnapped.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwKv1fhGtzjNKOGY_qdSotUJ0QNo35upDybsrA7T8aM93oOy8aJnGzOFZVAXEFs47eRV5I_7CaeACEUZ0r9Or2JHuXFZyJuDGop-EoxBIxY6p71LP4xvFyst16-CJ8vcf8xvXbIe4P5k/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362615271134961154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwKv1fhGtzjNKOGY_qdSotUJ0QNo35upDybsrA7T8aM93oOy8aJnGzOFZVAXEFs47eRV5I_7CaeACEUZ0r9Or2JHuXFZyJuDGop-EoxBIxY6p71LP4xvFyst16-CJ8vcf8xvXbIe4P5k/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My dad took this photo to show the main oval which is the view from the front window of our van.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOU2ZN_iFWTJ8BEkRv3o6kohmEUjqpjezb9QeyV7RAuCmwMKFAXB4ywEO_bKxnRrBhHHUIbfbVqY1pciaD0jTq1zRO7VfC_uD-G95yIl2ieAYHOdrcb40U4CJyC7u_wDZDe0HVor0S59k/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362615077575601282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOU2ZN_iFWTJ8BEkRv3o6kohmEUjqpjezb9QeyV7RAuCmwMKFAXB4ywEO_bKxnRrBhHHUIbfbVqY1pciaD0jTq1zRO7VfC_uD-G95yIl2ieAYHOdrcb40U4CJyC7u_wDZDe0HVor0S59k/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a> And here are our new friends who came by for lunch at our van. We visited with them last week for lunch and have such a nice time together.</div><div> </div><div>In this photo there's Rosemary and Anna and Graham and Alex and John (another John, not my dad) sitting to hook into his steak. The 'boys' are all bus drivers at Emerald Coaches and they also have vans in the Showgrounds. Like us, they are 'on the road', and like us, they thought it would be fun to stay a while and do a bit of work that is different. They are from Western Australia, Tasmania and New South Wales.<br /><br />I have to do another post...I dunno what I did wrong, but one of my most important photos disappeared, so I'll see ya in just a minute...love from Colin Harriesxxx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-58312758137662390322009-07-22T03:30:00.000-07:002009-07-22T04:20:11.950-07:00On the Road Again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYDKo4ZVYhhlLolalLeZ1vmN7iBzELmICW9e0pd1ZF5i_iU7y93T9DSOWSCwIw4Q05XtTUyk79gyTu0aRfkgaLPe-ZlHfaKA7IO-UF_-ExETD7HllxOQ2qyGn9sMDeQ7HdJt6RPbVG8Y/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361235765159907890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYDKo4ZVYhhlLolalLeZ1vmN7iBzELmICW9e0pd1ZF5i_iU7y93T9DSOWSCwIw4Q05XtTUyk79gyTu0aRfkgaLPe-ZlHfaKA7IO-UF_-ExETD7HllxOQ2qyGn9sMDeQ7HdJt6RPbVG8Y/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /></a> "On the road again...I can't wait to get on the road again..." (hey, somebody should write a song about being on the road). My last photos for you were taken in Brisbane, Queensland where we stayed for two weeks at Auntie Barbara's house. THEN, we drove a long way on the day we left (about 300 kms/180 miles) and met Dawson Coop and his mum and dad in a town called Miles. Dawson's family live near us in the Blue Mountains and were holidaying for a month so we made arrangements to catch up with them for a couple of nights. Here's out campsite by the river in Miles.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs794JJgQuuYOKl_plz26ty3JjBnEDhiBAmoVhR8e7dUTI8q5gz7to5l7qtmCHB15iwkfHIRJ8IDfs9w-huQ7Ejpzxt0JsG1nciSyIJTLxAbHhynoK-4amh0BccwHQ1i2_hG3fnSt3c9k/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361235754951168258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs794JJgQuuYOKl_plz26ty3JjBnEDhiBAmoVhR8e7dUTI8q5gz7to5l7qtmCHB15iwkfHIRJ8IDfs9w-huQ7Ejpzxt0JsG1nciSyIJTLxAbHhynoK-4amh0BccwHQ1i2_hG3fnSt3c9k/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Dawsie's cousin, Coco, was also travelling with them. You can see that Coco's mum really likes me best (or is it because I was the tallest of them all and could reach her cereal bowl before them). We had a campfire that night but my camera ran out of batteries so you'll just have to imagine us all around the fire, with all of us sitting on either our mum or our dad's laps with blankets over us, because it was quite cold<br /><div><br /><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MmCfTunxudBItK0frH54tnNnV1vb30jsSXlDKmbr7iSpVv6XayFsCC932WAAQHH6-DdZIvIIbHxl-Dr4WS3h5sWeX_y9c6Gr8FVhLnaF4QFKpVa0qFKLa0Mdeg3l96kzmMuIabPP2D4/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361234196949867826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MmCfTunxudBItK0frH54tnNnV1vb30jsSXlDKmbr7iSpVv6XayFsCC932WAAQHH6-DdZIvIIbHxl-Dr4WS3h5sWeX_y9c6Gr8FVhLnaF4QFKpVa0qFKLa0Mdeg3l96kzmMuIabPP2D4/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /></a> The next night was also a "free-camp"...not quite as salubrious because it was just outside of a town called BANANA and we think it was a turnaround for a gravel pit. Anyway, we all fitted in there and it was rather good fun to be really in the middle of nowhere.</div><div> </div><div>This is really "doing Australia"<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLQfMcRBmfzHNEc4_FD5RPe58O_tdo6wIs6xjzpOpOKMdj9l-bheARrljrUr0PCoQAaK0cfx0DNLLmP5adeHkG2ci7H2dDbFa0TMbGxbQWR1kkNN0GRiZ9QWxO6N94GqL2yUzNS1Gi4Q/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361232606292756722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLQfMcRBmfzHNEc4_FD5RPe58O_tdo6wIs6xjzpOpOKMdj9l-bheARrljrUr0PCoQAaK0cfx0DNLLmP5adeHkG2ci7H2dDbFa0TMbGxbQWR1kkNN0GRiZ9QWxO6N94GqL2yUzNS1Gi4Q/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We had to say goodbye to Dawson and Coco after two nights because they were heading east to the coast and back south to the Blue Mountains and their homes. My mum and dad and I headed west and stopped for lunch in a little town called Duaringa, which is getting into CQ (Central Queensland). Two days later we were still in Duaringa. This photo is taken in another freecamp park and it was great. Typically Australian red dirt out there and you should see the colour of my paws. I adored the warmth and the dust and just fell down asleep in the sun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dY1Bm-opNUBNHBZ0iFhecD-6M0BGA51h0qzyqJlvjYXXyaD5cekfEZq5dUsihg7_u9y_EWyxBBT8VGQ1CKzGlITcmbK8QypRc83UW-6Vb7d7VWXTCIHOpz-F0RCmk_0OgLM0C_GqcHo/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361232224527884370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dY1Bm-opNUBNHBZ0iFhecD-6M0BGA51h0qzyqJlvjYXXyaD5cekfEZq5dUsihg7_u9y_EWyxBBT8VGQ1CKzGlITcmbK8QypRc83UW-6Vb7d7VWXTCIHOpz-F0RCmk_0OgLM0C_GqcHo/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Then my dad found my trailer tyre had a puncture - oh no!! We studied it together and I said to him "yep - it's flat".</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M2Ks0RL0Ran7YdtnvIz1LmkLIekrrCYHBP0NSO4Q879E9kjozUl062LvL4YCkTCt0B0EIZZ9E40ogiSNr4jzQR_TnaDTmkFxkOrbO3Yy5gRwBOFScEJ8I1lXGOZNcTlWh5gDA55IsNQ/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361231802713812354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M2Ks0RL0Ran7YdtnvIz1LmkLIekrrCYHBP0NSO4Q879E9kjozUl062LvL4YCkTCt0B0EIZZ9E40ogiSNr4jzQR_TnaDTmkFxkOrbO3Yy5gRwBOFScEJ8I1lXGOZNcTlWh5gDA55IsNQ/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And then it all got too much for me - ho-hum - so I thought it best to leave him to his own devices. It's good for him to learn to do things for himself, anyway.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I DO eventually wake up and move....but you'll have to wait until next time to see where to and how and when....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Love from Colin Harries xx</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-65967653737535888212009-07-10T04:16:00.001-07:002009-07-10T05:18:53.776-07:00Movin' Right Along<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb67voedVGRMhl3VaX-Frjn2k8ElcA0QXFpe20VPQB6kNPpoKQf8XFGLCcsbRwqNJHNs9nbJ4UCPZwqTIKaD8PUDyfMFF2fXzpVvmSu4rMzUo1CdMux4GPYQf1fSo1DSlryH0AEq43ioM/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356793373797121698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb67voedVGRMhl3VaX-Frjn2k8ElcA0QXFpe20VPQB6kNPpoKQf8XFGLCcsbRwqNJHNs9nbJ4UCPZwqTIKaD8PUDyfMFF2fXzpVvmSu4rMzUo1CdMux4GPYQf1fSo1DSlryH0AEq43ioM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> We're still heading north into Queensland (heading to my Aunty Barbara's in Brisbane), and had an overnight freecamp at a rest stop just outside of the town of Texas! My mum and dad like "freecamping" not only because it's free (of course) but it's NOT a van park and therefore less civilised and therefore less rules. Lots of people pull into these rest spots for a night or two. We stayed two nights because it was so beautiful by the Dumaresq River. Our van is in the background, second from left.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C5vUWvbgA7fHxZqkHzNIj1pYux1Ke1p-C7zeE0SRxx58C1gLL1UHsyHb9EiOR7B60o0z-J-_RrK2zX5FBXrDxAUARj21UUoFM5C5vcXijlgKq8d_qQ445ZtXKo5QEqvsfmA2z-mQlfs/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356792873839435714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C5vUWvbgA7fHxZqkHzNIj1pYux1Ke1p-C7zeE0SRxx58C1gLL1UHsyHb9EiOR7B60o0z-J-_RrK2zX5FBXrDxAUARj21UUoFM5C5vcXijlgKq8d_qQ445ZtXKo5QEqvsfmA2z-mQlfs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Nobody believed there's a place called TEXAS in Australia...but here's the proof. We stopped here because my mum's grandmother was born here and we thought it would be a nice memory of her. There were a lot of Chinese people who lived and worked in this area in the late 1890's-early 1900's, but we couldn't find any historical data on Nanny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvtvd8sgocsFpot-6zHeHefMaKT4Af-9NDUhhjRYRMgg0H3dy_OuDMO0szKe_IqjAvnjF_Ec1ELIt6WDMja2AhZcq9NsNL2KMMilLeI_hcD9M8VmipzwAGnYHk0MLvZ602gLDDstzN8c/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356792361501003282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvtvd8sgocsFpot-6zHeHefMaKT4Af-9NDUhhjRYRMgg0H3dy_OuDMO0szKe_IqjAvnjF_Ec1ELIt6WDMja2AhZcq9NsNL2KMMilLeI_hcD9M8VmipzwAGnYHk0MLvZ602gLDDstzN8c/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's my dad doing the hard yards. Our camp site was about 2 kms from the town so "we" did a lot of pushbike riding. Note the typical Australian bush dirt track that runs between the farm properties. Look into the distance and I think it's possible to see the caravans parked.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireQXLrWx2N-WwuQ_ej6hC7yH11Po9O9drkVw9IHeZRaQXX3NpU8sx8iSHpIaX7ZUQN8VVFQche_HP9ffNf_NZEhNlLrKpUlM0P4cSPUEu7xe89PUJm8A8N7s2I8fROYkjyAacY6rJiJs/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356791918888217314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireQXLrWx2N-WwuQ_ej6hC7yH11Po9O9drkVw9IHeZRaQXX3NpU8sx8iSHpIaX7ZUQN8VVFQche_HP9ffNf_NZEhNlLrKpUlM0P4cSPUEu7xe89PUJm8A8N7s2I8fROYkjyAacY6rJiJs/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's another beautiful freecamp site - now just an hour out of Brisbane city. This is our third night "freecamping". That's our van behind us. It's interesting that three other vans came into the area after we parked. I guess they feel there's safety in numbers - lucky I'm not "Colin the Chain Saw Murderer" (but they don't know that, do they?)<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9QKksA7rMmKA-ukYgSkfUVgu04qyDALXMKjDtO9kKW55OpRN3Prkr44CSdy2pidze69w5AjcQOiKr2Bv89_HO0t92CdK_uTuB6pSA7Jb5ViW3Ravfs5x0xWNGmcILj3zT-G95gM21_g/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356791092514317346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9QKksA7rMmKA-ukYgSkfUVgu04qyDALXMKjDtO9kKW55OpRN3Prkr44CSdy2pidze69w5AjcQOiKr2Bv89_HO0t92CdK_uTuB6pSA7Jb5ViW3Ravfs5x0xWNGmcILj3zT-G95gM21_g/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /></a> And I can run fast back to my dad because he was getting the van ready to move out. I was also excited because we were going to visit with my Aunty Barbara and her son, Langdon, and his wife, Annie.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmmytPPOHIU_wYS8J74snldr0M-3zAg5MaL0PFwe0qmbkPMh9czWXpK1dreaeR4o1W5t-87UclMMqRKGnrZFZcsCg8GzIFPSY_rsqrkQwg3_olXgY0vBPfXpwC70dyhRMLQVlyN1SNWE/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356790589143869282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmmytPPOHIU_wYS8J74snldr0M-3zAg5MaL0PFwe0qmbkPMh9czWXpK1dreaeR4o1W5t-87UclMMqRKGnrZFZcsCg8GzIFPSY_rsqrkQwg3_olXgY0vBPfXpwC70dyhRMLQVlyN1SNWE/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Can you see why I was so excited to be going to visit...Lang and Annie LUV me (like everyone does, of course)...and I was s-o-o tired after all the excitement of the trip into Brisbane.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_GN7f6rgsVLTrzey1R8j_16cVvJQCZ9olSMSDlDFH_zuYU06vbcJNo43TNL8uRvkkYjwfdFJac9D0zjbXMHoOEMD1MlPzFyze2NHJWGuJ68ljIETpYEO_CnYOj49Cld3RA7CUbAGGi0/s1600-h/058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356790191329502002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_GN7f6rgsVLTrzey1R8j_16cVvJQCZ9olSMSDlDFH_zuYU06vbcJNo43TNL8uRvkkYjwfdFJac9D0zjbXMHoOEMD1MlPzFyze2NHJWGuJ68ljIETpYEO_CnYOj49Cld3RA7CUbAGGi0/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We took a day trip to Queensland's Gold Coast, an hour or so south of Brisbane. We called in to check on our unit at Burleigh Heads (my dad says we might live there after we finish caravanning, but my mum says the Blue Mountains are home and better to just spend winters in Burleigh Heads...who cares...I'm good with wherever they decide to go). Our apartment is top floor on the right of the photo. We didn't bother the tenants though...my mum said they would love me but it wasn't polite to just walk in on them.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPwkRYtduwLWimH6EiJvn_q_eEZt5R9EHn01N7a4KDaMhK8yBN1BYfe3rLQdro1fIrEUgXS1cXbAD8tmSe2sEkM-OMtKZ45GcizzEwUc6MPgqtVItW-SBrtLUSfJqZ0SruY79rmmY4-c/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356789712027599058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPwkRYtduwLWimH6EiJvn_q_eEZt5R9EHn01N7a4KDaMhK8yBN1BYfe3rLQdro1fIrEUgXS1cXbAD8tmSe2sEkM-OMtKZ45GcizzEwUc6MPgqtVItW-SBrtLUSfJqZ0SruY79rmmY4-c/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We took a walk to the beach (only a block away) and this photo shows the Surfers Paradise skyline in the background, looking north from Burleigh Heads.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDwQJPr-csk42eZxQUqJb4KLNbwfbp4MfEeupXJ_u_A9TVr8bOQ0MkJahifuHP8xWOAJSsgWIaLjieQKgOjYKDLeWtIS7P0KSReYLHjmw5ROdVFQN2AAB-japGNhT7bAsP3mE63Qx_ic/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356789376356204722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDwQJPr-csk42eZxQUqJb4KLNbwfbp4MfEeupXJ_u_A9TVr8bOQ0MkJahifuHP8xWOAJSsgWIaLjieQKgOjYKDLeWtIS7P0KSReYLHjmw5ROdVFQN2AAB-japGNhT7bAsP3mE63Qx_ic/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Some crazy dudes were swimming - but it's winter and quite cold.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's about it for now...more to come when I get the photos downloaded. We're on the move again so time to blog is limited, but I'll keep trying to keep updated.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Until next time - love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-80994300329674352482009-06-29T02:44:00.000-07:002009-06-29T03:50:33.013-07:00Kangaroos and Australiana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETP2yTk7Dja2O5xxyFY2yJ6WQSkmKI5e7bCH-vZdfVUuLfRMfclFBl7aFVYiOeJDP5H8J9ad7GVb3eo4CxQdk9PBqkD5ZRr_0gsAFGbfuGAHH0dswYQb_JxxLzP35EmWWfQAnkdbGyIQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352685135183088594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETP2yTk7Dja2O5xxyFY2yJ6WQSkmKI5e7bCH-vZdfVUuLfRMfclFBl7aFVYiOeJDP5H8J9ad7GVb3eo4CxQdk9PBqkD5ZRr_0gsAFGbfuGAHH0dswYQb_JxxLzP35EmWWfQAnkdbGyIQ/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here we are at a State Recreation Park called Copeton Dam which is in the central-but-eastward-tending (like that one?) part of New South Wales. The area is very drought affected and where these kangaroos are grazing would ideally be water-filled. We meandered for miles and saw hundreds and hundreds of 'roos who live close to the bit of water there is.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLDTsWS2DzmcK_NUOZMsZI3DWetZQNBWwhYZ5Z3qJpyVQndmaa7ynZRAlfltKLFL7Q8CbwSf2B79zLRVsJmH7siI_t9NIRoSdI7WSr6jNVm8UEZDmuOkv630ByTGU0o0NkkBnWs3qYXU/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352685125603917074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLDTsWS2DzmcK_NUOZMsZI3DWetZQNBWwhYZ5Z3qJpyVQndmaa7ynZRAlfltKLFL7Q8CbwSf2B79zLRVsJmH7siI_t9NIRoSdI7WSr6jNVm8UEZDmuOkv630ByTGU0o0NkkBnWs3qYXU/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /></a> I most certainly would NOT frighten them...they're b-i-g-g-e-r than me....so I looked at them and they looked at me and I think we all agreed to leave well enough alone!<br /><br />The State Park is 2000 acres, so I think we figured there's room enough for us all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBj0FE1F_llR0isM0FlWsTBhb8vPf7eK4hBRq5ChlLD3MzNR0CYn0T7kkTa-g47p3dfXmM0-ON4qiZdB8o5Gl0kzQi2Zj8QM-UOhmz2hcEfACqjhaABCPHpZ9urc96UTVJnLJg2D5fdw/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352684644672372130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBj0FE1F_llR0isM0FlWsTBhb8vPf7eK4hBRq5ChlLD3MzNR0CYn0T7kkTa-g47p3dfXmM0-ON4qiZdB8o5Gl0kzQi2Zj8QM-UOhmz2hcEfACqjhaABCPHpZ9urc96UTVJnLJg2D5fdw/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mum doesn't really like this photo, with the trousers rolled up for pushbike riding (we took the bikes and my trailer out for the afternoon). We're on the Park's golf course, which is pretty rough, even by Australian standards. Perhaps you overseas golfers can think about whether you could bonk a 'roo on the head with a golf ball from this distance.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegHBGKQf8hT6kI9qlY1aD6Mb4FiTccn_w6IftuCYdf8GNuvfHn9gm_H8pHViGTYvgDwK15wNKoswnF3GahHDi5rfShE3fa_tmUZ-jXZiWCQeaFDFLGFetzGLwzDlSTiD9-nLhI52Z28s/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352684352597814578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegHBGKQf8hT6kI9qlY1aD6Mb4FiTccn_w6IftuCYdf8GNuvfHn9gm_H8pHViGTYvgDwK15wNKoswnF3GahHDi5rfShE3fa_tmUZ-jXZiWCQeaFDFLGFetzGLwzDlSTiD9-nLhI52Z28s/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After leaving Copeton Dam we drove a whole 60 kilometres into Inverell which is a great little country town. From the lookout above town we got an idea of the vast flat landscape.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Lookit me! Inverell has miles of leash-free walks. This one along the river (my mum called it a creek and one of the locals was a bit offended) was great. I was very well-behaved off my lead and it was in this town that I was called, variously - "obedient", "intelligent", "handsome", and "cute". <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5H_A3mP5dS6pBaKBZzPo3WR4ri6YNWoKzTRNFWs6c626Bl-2Z_f0GbSwQ-mPVMlvh0Qg8Yo6APhYZ0DhN9wEEYETLnRFhprHb1J8rqfgqwOM8OD-c22AuchIvxb8LndDZKPH4UQDR0c/s1600-h/085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352684061756026610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5H_A3mP5dS6pBaKBZzPo3WR4ri6YNWoKzTRNFWs6c626Bl-2Z_f0GbSwQ-mPVMlvh0Qg8Yo6APhYZ0DhN9wEEYETLnRFhprHb1J8rqfgqwOM8OD-c22AuchIvxb8LndDZKPH4UQDR0c/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>Just as a little aside, we browsed at the 'Sunday Markets' and spoke to a lady called Helena South who is a "pastel artist". She was selling dog drawings at her stall and said she hadn't seen such a "beautiful Fox Terrier" for years. She didn't have her camera with her, so asked my mum to mail her a photo of me so she could draw me!! (if that was alright with them, of course). How do you spell "R-O-Y-A-L-T-I-E-S". Haha!<br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sF8Njm9oC0JMe5cquUOsVbyVtEeimow1GUl_3FEYf-JVbug3lvCm14IwmeM1uDfA4npo6FWw34fBBcf-t84_N8Eei9ug5TM4HuP-oR0swnQmQhOk70JgzPfuSIJu5HOlNNvZ3WJjj3A/s1600-h/087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352684056680778226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sF8Njm9oC0JMe5cquUOsVbyVtEeimow1GUl_3FEYf-JVbug3lvCm14IwmeM1uDfA4npo6FWw34fBBcf-t84_N8Eei9ug5TM4HuP-oR0swnQmQhOk70JgzPfuSIJu5HOlNNvZ3WJjj3A/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I became a bit intrepid and decided to cross this footbridge - but then turned and found myself alone! Gosh! And then I came back because I thought 'they' might get frightened on their own.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEr_3_SuRehcw4GKPanUpVTTTrzMo65S04P3Fysssc3VpddmMt3b87PyPdLU08Tr4NhuCJtWR7mr0HVG1YZGGUyBLDiTs3LWQyhQdG6FD8Yh0f2jhH3pLq1OMXrEY4KnW1KRmBGjBur8/s1600-h/103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352683641227170226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEr_3_SuRehcw4GKPanUpVTTTrzMo65S04P3Fysssc3VpddmMt3b87PyPdLU08Tr4NhuCJtWR7mr0HVG1YZGGUyBLDiTs3LWQyhQdG6FD8Yh0f2jhH3pLq1OMXrEY4KnW1KRmBGjBur8/s320/103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And finally, we visited the Inverell Australiana Pioneer village. The lady in charge let me come in with my mum and dad because I looked as though I was a good boy...(so I was special AGAIN). Ho-hum (again). Stardom sits lightly on me.</div><div> </div><div>Hope you enjoyed this little bit of our travels. Of course there's gonna be more, so stay tuned.</div><div> </div><div>Love from Colin Harries xx</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-34751328286082612782009-06-24T03:23:00.000-07:002009-06-24T04:11:07.092-07:00Come along on my adventure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhOXGhZrX6hSqPitmeYanuE1-nlrwdBzSmrjKtqYHLQXRNa8tJUYsfDt0LDdIYXXkzs_tWY7ATILO3YwO675x1YvUbieeOahR1CP33AtVawz8i97agbdS7my4woUP9n3vyOcxlgqU1No/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350839808444585426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhOXGhZrX6hSqPitmeYanuE1-nlrwdBzSmrjKtqYHLQXRNa8tJUYsfDt0LDdIYXXkzs_tWY7ATILO3YwO675x1YvUbieeOahR1CP33AtVawz8i97agbdS7my4woUP9n3vyOcxlgqU1No/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />What a step-down! After five great days in the Toowoon Bay Van Park, we had our next overnight "free-camping" in a truck stop! WOW! Only the best for us. My mum and dad said this is part of the adventure and our caravan really is set up so we don't need electricity or bathrooms or anything. I'm on my morning walk with my dad before breakfast. It was kind of fun cooking our dinner in the parking area though, and when we woke this morning there were lots more people parked around us.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9LSniqPqBpPud2tTU55KiuDYcbQ1CZYA3O46IA8fjIEqQWVHvqWIO1MfRFW062JMHoUulENXxbWLNKIug2qSENWAuECK8ASGKLhhnEPgAV4MJAra9NTbJMfw_Oz3CSvEVw5D3aZGtTg/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350839603848639234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9LSniqPqBpPud2tTU55KiuDYcbQ1CZYA3O46IA8fjIEqQWVHvqWIO1MfRFW062JMHoUulENXxbWLNKIug2qSENWAuECK8ASGKLhhnEPgAV4MJAra9NTbJMfw_Oz3CSvEVw5D3aZGtTg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a day on the road, we had another overnight "free-camp" near Uralla on the New England Tablelands. We slept in the parking area at Thunderbolt's Rock. Captain Thunderbolt (aka Fred Ward) was a bushranger in the area in the 1800's and the "rock" was where he holed up to fight it out with the local coppers...who finished him off there, I think.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVkuOdh0mmQaI0XPIglSXChPGzjmHb0v2jn6X8a1qw5b7G3jPJCnw6T9w1TICqSIEfDv2a3iXaF5kU_KNAIOZ1SM4gD0j2bswKo9yBRCIhScpBrk3Usimv-jMUv9DZ5Xzx5GhTuT9Owk/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350839433155526498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVkuOdh0mmQaI0XPIglSXChPGzjmHb0v2jn6X8a1qw5b7G3jPJCnw6T9w1TICqSIEfDv2a3iXaF5kU_KNAIOZ1SM4gD0j2bswKo9yBRCIhScpBrk3Usimv-jMUv9DZ5Xzx5GhTuT9Owk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't know why nasty people have to deface everything. I thought this would make a great photo, and I finally got my dad to stand still on a boulder...but look at the graffiti! I wouldn't do anything like that.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfXH31A3sb1XEFX7HKrot8nLjrReSEbWAGIlo8CLiohX7K4-X86ScBwKHUm59aTF091RJWmoDahoKuxnL6Gj1Lz8oKOi7kvsx5eBQ7K4bs8pVHSaZcJ5BjVJdExBNhb2739X3CdcT7zA/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350839150580603474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfXH31A3sb1XEFX7HKrot8nLjrReSEbWAGIlo8CLiohX7K4-X86ScBwKHUm59aTF091RJWmoDahoKuxnL6Gj1Lz8oKOi7kvsx5eBQ7K4bs8pVHSaZcJ5BjVJdExBNhb2739X3CdcT7zA/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I took this photo from my boulder, as my dad continued to stand still as I told him to. I wanted to show you the barren-looking paddocks in the area, but somehow the cows manage to live there. It was very cold on top of the New England Tableland, but I was OK because I have my very own doonah.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyK8iptsLgA3ZlbjGf46v1q2xtMtVIvG1Vf6o1bxCDrJH5CwjX55xtO2uxHB9ya6Ijjaw1nmC2h4MPm3FmUihyvrtT6K2gvcVaoHFYCmAAzRmCSNQaqA91wgqs_5jkbqbb4OG2JB3j6A/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350838652752176050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyK8iptsLgA3ZlbjGf46v1q2xtMtVIvG1Vf6o1bxCDrJH5CwjX55xtO2uxHB9ya6Ijjaw1nmC2h4MPm3FmUihyvrtT6K2gvcVaoHFYCmAAzRmCSNQaqA91wgqs_5jkbqbb4OG2JB3j6A/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Aha! Did you know that cows run when you bark at them?! My mum said it's because they think it's a cattle dog rounding them up - but it was only me from the window of our car! I don't understand who the man was who was waving his fist at me tho.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRXinjnTy72utpC72aO60difoZ6CyRzp2okMPkFjuNiJAbLyYCa8lKZRc5sO8hHPuZ_RIPvvXFMC7gMH1txUIV2iCko58-D244tMx2reCVrIqW1R_vMXwnLVImrZchtC1zy84EyQsnlQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350838454357211186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRXinjnTy72utpC72aO60difoZ6CyRzp2okMPkFjuNiJAbLyYCa8lKZRc5sO8hHPuZ_RIPvvXFMC7gMH1txUIV2iCko58-D244tMx2reCVrIqW1R_vMXwnLVImrZchtC1zy84EyQsnlQ/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our morning tea stop on that day was in a little town called Bundarra. The pub in the background is pretty typical of Australian country hotels...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigyCKz76Hqo5LJvx55qn-n3jYHSlgz5Aaor6lAxCPOwk-g8H3sP6P9kqofjVvPRF9z-tgYq0OjC-tg_L08UsquVli9o_hNawigjy8paxd0lHTruWNxrcX4YJjcV5wJ6ofUNOlatDagUc/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350838214247464722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigyCKz76Hqo5LJvx55qn-n3jYHSlgz5Aaor6lAxCPOwk-g8H3sP6P9kqofjVvPRF9z-tgYq0OjC-tg_L08UsquVli9o_hNawigjy8paxd0lHTruWNxrcX4YJjcV5wJ6ofUNOlatDagUc/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> From Bundarra we drove 45 kms to a place called Copeton Dam. The locals call this "good dirt" road and the car heading towards us was the only one we saw during the entire drive...a bit dry and dusty out there at the moment.</div><div> </div><div>I hope you're enjoying my little travelogue (or is it traveldog) as much as I'm enjoying bringing it to you...love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-26235780993860778602009-06-23T22:14:00.001-07:002009-06-23T22:58:30.861-07:00Finally on the way<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgr8hTCsLmE0KxmbadUSkZprdz4R5JZAaLxoai9BS9re2uJjqMtN02OcINmGEXZd2ZSQPvx_Kpb9LzePHQbtQVijZlekBn5TKeQSXjtEAQ-poZQY0e_AuwR59P5cTgKs9mVCmAD-xHpA/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350763993208384514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgr8hTCsLmE0KxmbadUSkZprdz4R5JZAaLxoai9BS9re2uJjqMtN02OcINmGEXZd2ZSQPvx_Kpb9LzePHQbtQVijZlekBn5TKeQSXjtEAQ-poZQY0e_AuwR59P5cTgKs9mVCmAD-xHpA/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /></a> We are in Toowoon Bay, about an hour's drive NORTH of Sydney....yes, we are driving in the right direction for the very first time - north is where the warmth is, and that's for us! See me having to wait for my dad who is waiting for my mum to catch up...c'mon...c'MON...I wanna go to the beach.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yMEU9uxV0xjxQIiYP1K8TMsMYa7-DMwzKgPqoNs_G_YD3mpk9idofOCXzLLqgicdiZkDyRxifvm8IL7NuGBULRAXX86kH-FEoBvxryB2i6GyJZiC3WrukTbxctsXH2AvTvAfIG3K4Gs/s1600-h/094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350759883956611218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yMEU9uxV0xjxQIiYP1K8TMsMYa7-DMwzKgPqoNs_G_YD3mpk9idofOCXzLLqgicdiZkDyRxifvm8IL7NuGBULRAXX86kH-FEoBvxryB2i6GyJZiC3WrukTbxctsXH2AvTvAfIG3K4Gs/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /></a>My mum is so happy to be in a northerly-heading caravan park that she's hugging me hard in this photo - ho hum - I get so many of those hugs that I could possibly share them around if needed.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBp64NY1sfO7L1zu1lycmutSv5Yzm1FZkr-fhDgnvwfV6Y11BIaosXcDXvDeSfdSW2NxUv-fJOGksPcxYglM3BB1q1IsAM9rRoaXIaMY0KLVMyDGIUEXIBM1a1dtYOZy9iESqVZQGBww/s1600-h/084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350759217511243938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBp64NY1sfO7L1zu1lycmutSv5Yzm1FZkr-fhDgnvwfV6Y11BIaosXcDXvDeSfdSW2NxUv-fJOGksPcxYglM3BB1q1IsAM9rRoaXIaMY0KLVMyDGIUEXIBM1a1dtYOZy9iESqVZQGBww/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And I can RUN, RUN, RUN...because this is Shelley Beach (our van park overlooks this beach) and it's leash-free for miles and miles. But notice the sand erosion? We've had lots of rain this winter which is quite unusual and the winds and rains have eaten away so much sand that in some of the coastal towns houses are teetering on their stumps.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2beTylVjqUz3sgiv716jsEf8m-78C0Bdc2hlhQFQfXIiUezCHnmsXFAbm2LWYuJ1mcekyqxqi-HktLM_3FV-g-InqCQs4dwV_yVIHRLJV2ZbQ9ugHQq4LKEbWeT7Zwv7rH3er6nQOQ8k/s1600-h/087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350758978168619186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2beTylVjqUz3sgiv716jsEf8m-78C0Bdc2hlhQFQfXIiUezCHnmsXFAbm2LWYuJ1mcekyqxqi-HktLM_3FV-g-InqCQs4dwV_yVIHRLJV2ZbQ9ugHQq4LKEbWeT7Zwv7rH3er6nQOQ8k/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm acting more responsibly here...didn't want to run myself into he ground on the first day. My mum also told me that my dad is a pretty old bloke now that he's "retired" and I don't want to make him chase me 'cos it might finish him off before we even start the trip.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKFILik4osYKRVgQKdLBfCei5TTqAHY4AWIwv92S4aHNHhNsgt92xGa2dwFert_HHqSCotTCu9zU2tfXZ4iw4nhkOTiGaSMf7PsbipOX_Hz8OrzIfFwxXjwAgFeVzhiIOWOx7z1afvlA/s1600-h/091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350758696809883906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKFILik4osYKRVgQKdLBfCei5TTqAHY4AWIwv92S4aHNHhNsgt92xGa2dwFert_HHqSCotTCu9zU2tfXZ4iw4nhkOTiGaSMf7PsbipOX_Hz8OrzIfFwxXjwAgFeVzhiIOWOx7z1afvlA/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />AH! the end of another day in hell! I had a little snooze in my caravan bed while I let my dad talk to his friends on my 'puter...I was just soooo tired that I couldn't even do my blog. They make me stay in this bed all through the night...but I am allowed to come into the big bed providing it's daylight...and THEN my day can start again!</div><div> </div><div>Love from Colin Harriesxx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-16737353728969001792009-06-23T04:06:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:40:11.687-07:00Almost On The Road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFF9MEu7eAP4WZZ_aNp5RLs2IWFjTDb1W3fCIukY3I7KEcLuiU-fpXhnvl2ZTfaPds5rYuM8XxLg8ivhs3K4XI4qVmfyS9YNHkvLbVQBcYgB_JTktjmFwuvF6GuN24ELfApk8TuTRAAs/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350479919077902290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFF9MEu7eAP4WZZ_aNp5RLs2IWFjTDb1W3fCIukY3I7KEcLuiU-fpXhnvl2ZTfaPds5rYuM8XxLg8ivhs3K4XI4qVmfyS9YNHkvLbVQBcYgB_JTktjmFwuvF6GuN24ELfApk8TuTRAAs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a> I say we're "almost" on the road because although we ARE, we don't seem to be getting very far. This is us visiting with my Nanna and Poppy for a few days. They live in Lithgow (in New South Wales, Australia) which is only about a half hour's drive west of our real home, but we did want to spend time with them - particularly me, because they love me so much (well, Nanna does, and I'm still working on Poppy who loves me underneath it all, I'm sure). My dad did a great job of backing the caravan into their back yard through gates that left him only 3 inches on either side. My mum stands behind the van and has a walkie-talkie and she tells him if he's about to get too close to anything, and I sit behind him and kiss his ears because he's too busy to push me away.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliaDoNg-dzjEQR7moHnYW8mddWYsuUf7XuzrrWuxdvo8WgjUDnZiLcHCI_P7Srd_NkFeZZwJkZ4ReaPaD6cBveID1O-EK1BBAdpIXiw8v93sp6xgACb1zl_Ks4IaBzUxh1rWleRV_VzA/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350479565699251842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliaDoNg-dzjEQR7moHnYW8mddWYsuUf7XuzrrWuxdvo8WgjUDnZiLcHCI_P7Srd_NkFeZZwJkZ4ReaPaD6cBveID1O-EK1BBAdpIXiw8v93sp6xgACb1zl_Ks4IaBzUxh1rWleRV_VzA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's us in their back garden. Nanna Ruth was just about to go and be an umpire for lawn bowls. I think it was a pretty big-time game because she had her new outfit on. Poppy doesn't much like photos, but I stand near him and I know that cheers him up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqlvtmHnnPS9noRPFuhsQmHXuJTFGTT0YWmvTNMhCLTLvzRY7SR0310FX0mmnwlRfM0U0udggOFsF37hcK6Jp0to28EMD3uPT3-hd0sdQq1quKVAGxXykb_bwptp79Fqpsrj0x5ANtsA/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350479194334427138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqlvtmHnnPS9noRPFuhsQmHXuJTFGTT0YWmvTNMhCLTLvzRY7SR0310FX0mmnwlRfM0U0udggOFsF37hcK6Jp0to28EMD3uPT3-hd0sdQq1quKVAGxXykb_bwptp79Fqpsrj0x5ANtsA/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One day we went for a drive to a place called Hassan's Walls (near Lithgow). My dad had to hold me tight because it was VERY high where we were...but it was so beautiful looking back east towards the Blue Mountains, which is where our real home is.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_H4LZMppcEYfdxXdig7P0mS-dP2prvto5VBgPVR6a03_6cyp3zV85cYRGfEfqL7jU73LvKFDJfRTw4FBO9-qiX2mM2D3XUtmBK_2MXNoX6jG7GhBmSzrdyXPdXKQg6MSotm_rxex2E/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350479183850669858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_H4LZMppcEYfdxXdig7P0mS-dP2prvto5VBgPVR6a03_6cyp3zV85cYRGfEfqL7jU73LvKFDJfRTw4FBO9-qiX2mM2D3XUtmBK_2MXNoX6jG7GhBmSzrdyXPdXKQg6MSotm_rxex2E/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And then it was my mum's turn to hold me tight because we were still at Hassan's Walls looking to the west this time...which is just as vast. Behind those mountains the land flattens out into farming and sheep and cattle country. There'll be more photos of that sort of country as we travel along, I know.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkGhseKqMASsQ-CBzEbAXmsv809yUy9hEFA2nP6PIg0RxY3dvwfJsQF_XZaNYIk53GPhh2ahT-zi19LcFODWelEyRSnyYE09u_-8nbhqZWVbdexD0jc59V5IBrNdhdQdJrMghMO0hOpg/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478742682779698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkGhseKqMASsQ-CBzEbAXmsv809yUy9hEFA2nP6PIg0RxY3dvwfJsQF_XZaNYIk53GPhh2ahT-zi19LcFODWelEyRSnyYE09u_-8nbhqZWVbdexD0jc59V5IBrNdhdQdJrMghMO0hOpg/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Back to the east again...and they still wouldn't let me run from rock to rock - I dunno why!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQrp_p5VcVzLxcT-7UeOYQatMukZbIN4dACIUfUpAvUz8l0Dxns77O4kjdoNAJEbUKLTP9KSzLGgZPILE3gxbLw_bnpdqx3-l5TRu2SAmfTRBOdSLa2LHAeXY9uOleMf6RjNyYD6Su6I/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478452810520130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQrp_p5VcVzLxcT-7UeOYQatMukZbIN4dACIUfUpAvUz8l0Dxns77O4kjdoNAJEbUKLTP9KSzLGgZPILE3gxbLw_bnpdqx3-l5TRu2SAmfTRBOdSLa2LHAeXY9uOleMf6RjNyYD6Su6I/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So, this is today's mini-adventure. I'm working hard to get you up to where we are, but I keep finding interesting photos of myself, and can't resist showing you.</div><div> </div><div>Until next time...love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-10466255284692376852009-06-16T04:28:00.000-07:002009-06-16T05:13:34.743-07:00So Many Adventures<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZH38HqbHJZUDoZ0ARpqIMOluwnCo90kw2K8fMKC5FFhMBsKxzL-Eqtslkkm7CzB6fsxJGY88KIaeJmUvVyfu3gKNHdxOK9MAmvP2q6q5RTG-d_2kaff0NLNd6TV3RKMZzqsG-H6WrzQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347887146010988322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZH38HqbHJZUDoZ0ARpqIMOluwnCo90kw2K8fMKC5FFhMBsKxzL-Eqtslkkm7CzB6fsxJGY88KIaeJmUvVyfu3gKNHdxOK9MAmvP2q6q5RTG-d_2kaff0NLNd6TV3RKMZzqsG-H6WrzQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a>Before actually going "on the road" properly, we went to Shellharbour, about an hour's drive south of Sydney (yep, the place we went last Christmas) for a weekend with 26 of our family. This little guy thinks he's going to put a leash on ME...not a chance, big boy! His name is Campbell and he's my dad's brother's daughter's son. He's only 2 years, so I wanted to be nice to him....better to walk away than do something that's NOT nice, isn't it?<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb_2cJDPU44_NrcDABLrENbjf3BC7PeQCBq-crGNrfknoDgREwc5xDM8a21NlEB-Jwv6SsxWShwzLbtigwRPTznXSqXbxDnMwX7kWbcxA_NMd2w2xRpymyO6iI9TepSAIe8_tE8r6RwU/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347887143713019986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb_2cJDPU44_NrcDABLrENbjf3BC7PeQCBq-crGNrfknoDgREwc5xDM8a21NlEB-Jwv6SsxWShwzLbtigwRPTznXSqXbxDnMwX7kWbcxA_NMd2w2xRpymyO6iI9TepSAIe8_tE8r6RwU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br />I just KNEW we'd finally have a meeting of the minds and he'd go his way and I'd go mine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnpM1yL8ByE3Kqq9H5LxvEBuHRyINhLL5BEymACqBW7aorArLZHlCrl7922SctFn4_A7nUqGX-oENhAWZiNweiAJG3PD4QFYRuiwp11qYqXVHdkuG99GGOsjCdE60KeV8FaE9XE9AvLU/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347887139561666034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnpM1yL8ByE3Kqq9H5LxvEBuHRyINhLL5BEymACqBW7aorArLZHlCrl7922SctFn4_A7nUqGX-oENhAWZiNweiAJG3PD4QFYRuiwp11qYqXVHdkuG99GGOsjCdE60KeV8FaE9XE9AvLU/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a>Do you remember this beautiful beach from last year's photo of Shellharbour? It was mid-May and fairly coolish, but who can resist a walk with their dad?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4CVr462O-QlztnXdM9zrxQQTfOs-n9N2A21JBsK4y6yTLYbvNBsotqCa8OKH-zV0lHB_ggu_D6khn8kjLTsr42ttOd2evXmy7aZpYMAqoluWuQC-4elm7pGTQVJ409PDc5RI03GEGXs/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347887129629324850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4CVr462O-QlztnXdM9zrxQQTfOs-n9N2A21JBsK4y6yTLYbvNBsotqCa8OKH-zV0lHB_ggu_D6khn8kjLTsr42ttOd2evXmy7aZpYMAqoluWuQC-4elm7pGTQVJ409PDc5RI03GEGXs/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> And then there was this dude who thought he could "outplay" me (they will all learn once I hit my stride!)<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4EeKnCtZn6oTzAipZGM-8fcmHXyUJc3wiBhJeaXOdIYx37KpEoTisJgU7hdoErj6nyULj6sGnRWaJKvczha3OOodMbJCWMIcrCmAsZFG-HwSpTqh3WRBxdkLrPxjxqROKH9sthjGOjk/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347886349459477602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4EeKnCtZn6oTzAipZGM-8fcmHXyUJc3wiBhJeaXOdIYx37KpEoTisJgU7hdoErj6nyULj6sGnRWaJKvczha3OOodMbJCWMIcrCmAsZFG-HwSpTqh3WRBxdkLrPxjxqROKH9sthjGOjk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back in the van for a rest (who was I trying to kid) - pardon the pun! The kids just adore me...there's my dad's eldest son's daughter whose name is Georgie and she is just lovely to me...and Sam and Ben </div><div>who are my dad's cousin's daughter's sons. They also revere me. Haha! I only give you these little family-link descriptions to keep your heads on the hop!<br /><br />This was just a mini-adventure so everyone could give me hugs and kisses before we headed out into the big world for the rest of this year.</div><div> </div><div>I'm starting to get the hang of this 'blogging' thing again...more coming soon...love from Colin Harries xx<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-44229820603420924352009-06-13T19:31:00.001-07:002009-06-13T22:44:31.673-07:00The Adventure Begins!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnwhBXyOL-cWUVORbx4wWTsWbmcdH60NbI409Vo0C6_Vu0jhScAqEfPEGjXQFH6hbR7rWOd5NPf5FS38YjZdxsBjNg07rLGgzGTqCwZ5Vm1OquZAxiBfXKF11GN25Diszh5bWuOUWHRo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347038302035929362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnwhBXyOL-cWUVORbx4wWTsWbmcdH60NbI409Vo0C6_Vu0jhScAqEfPEGjXQFH6hbR7rWOd5NPf5FS38YjZdxsBjNg07rLGgzGTqCwZ5Vm1OquZAxiBfXKF11GN25Diszh5bWuOUWHRo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, well, well (I can hear you all chortle)...he's baaack!<br /><br />Lots of things have kept my paws off the 'puter, mostly that my mum and dad and I have been packing and travelling and were without a 'routine' (whatever that means - it's a "mum" word). We're at Auntie Barbara's house (well, her front yard) in Brisbane - that's in Queensland, Australia, about 1000km/600 miles from home, for my o/s friends. Auntie Barb has her little girl whose name is Calista. She is a Blue Cattle Dog and is very nice to me. There are lots of photos coming up in future posts, taken on our journey to here, but I decided I'd like to START AT THE START and bring you up to date in some sort of order (bein' an orderly sorta bloke).<br />I was nostalgic when I posted these photos 'cos this first one shows us having morning tea in the front of our real house on 18 APRIL. That's my Uncle Stevie and Auntie Linda and Uncle Bryan (the dad of Noah and the sissies) is on the stool in the front left. This was taken when they helped us move our furniture into the Uncle Stevie's furniture storeroom.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlOooGaRAtacWa3BzEWuhuP0trT3c5zqnLcU7iAiM4RgR7O2CWinaSwCS7cdXYhqxmGmyoy5BdKHHEnACkZ_UOJE_3kwSUCrb-EfyARC1wnkytLccl2pOOx9EGY8YaNUV7ymXtMy7Kxo/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347038295931456002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlOooGaRAtacWa3BzEWuhuP0trT3c5zqnLcU7iAiM4RgR7O2CWinaSwCS7cdXYhqxmGmyoy5BdKHHEnACkZ_UOJE_3kwSUCrb-EfyARC1wnkytLccl2pOOx9EGY8YaNUV7ymXtMy7Kxo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had friends to visit while my mum was cleaning the empty house...Chloe and I got into trouble because we were walking on the clean floors! I KNOW we had been pulling that broom thing around, but that's what they'd all been doing with it. I just can't understand why WE were the ones in trouble.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347038293901144386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp6_7D-YaY0QMx8SE1Fy1tZeLFp3iFnDbRFxIeUP-SRGZaJc3WE5Zwg8OZa_PUfLD5fuhMI6SiL1Ds4DPZR88JNMWcH1V2P6Tb3nDHKbnr8gaCiWMm7tUAfls-rrPYQ0f4ysI7edX_gg/s320/007.JPG" border="0" />Our back lounge room and kitchen sure looked empty. That's my mum in her working clothes, telling Chloe and I not to walk on THAT floor! Where did she think we should go to?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQsSdFzdizG4nBN4mZoI1s-AA4POIONqF7sEu-d9ysQPWQX2DWtgTEOILtRybp5RDXUbIjFPJdhGS-vC6Eu3F600F805I-idXbX58kbnO5t4y_T_ELhEvNl629AJmbqrEvWrjyjxMHbk/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037727765705474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQsSdFzdizG4nBN4mZoI1s-AA4POIONqF7sEu-d9ysQPWQX2DWtgTEOILtRybp5RDXUbIjFPJdhGS-vC6Eu3F600F805I-idXbX58kbnO5t4y_T_ELhEvNl629AJmbqrEvWrjyjxMHbk/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mum and dad's dear friend, Barbie (who is the one I LUV 'cos I used to stay with her if my mum and dad went away without me) came to help us with the final cleaning. She turned away from my camera because she had her "cleaning clothes" on, she said, but I still don't understand why they all bother with those things called clothes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrycBhGE2FAVjFRa2869obuLf4Jb7905-yTCRtC5Ykxhrxz24CPtgTSFAGMdHMCTg0euuvzuHDreT5sOepBSYoSoZVxbA7D2sNtpWMgHu8u1Udh0pdy_2wym29TMfX5s5EvcFD1F3K-4/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037722046766962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrycBhGE2FAVjFRa2869obuLf4Jb7905-yTCRtC5Ykxhrxz24CPtgTSFAGMdHMCTg0euuvzuHDreT5sOepBSYoSoZVxbA7D2sNtpWMgHu8u1Udh0pdy_2wym29TMfX5s5EvcFD1F3K-4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Woops! There she is again (Barbie, I mean) going the OTHER way...boy she was hard to photograph!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhzi2d5HbzY-7JAX69Y3LY4a6TXAnxGvuW6blDI91EjP56iRvyl1OrJWMtpabS3NSTYF0p-k4EK-YTdRJfmqkGtctNhLuzqlJasc6d3kykbg2oCno7WO_kL-Nrb-mrLPNJh_Mr54ouu8/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347037271344207954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhzi2d5HbzY-7JAX69Y3LY4a6TXAnxGvuW6blDI91EjP56iRvyl1OrJWMtpabS3NSTYF0p-k4EK-YTdRJfmqkGtctNhLuzqlJasc6d3kykbg2oCno7WO_kL-Nrb-mrLPNJh_Mr54ouu8/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hooked up and ready to pull out. It was 25 APRIL and the "tenants" were moving in the next day so we had to go. (It must be Mr and Mrs Tenant who live there now, as that's what my mum and dad kept calling them). I was already in the car so I didn't get left behind.<br /><br />We moved 10 minutes "up the road" to stay with my Uncle Stevie and Auntie Linda (in their back yard) until my dad finished work on 1st MAY - they call it "retired" but I don't think he's got new tyres on his feet! They look like the same ones to me.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347036662124803074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XARYxTjvD7MQbm2GLmKRFCTl7FSeun6rGLQhHnARxlix_6XEtZRYnd57I4ZUkO1fyP6MPwOhDaiHv_kwd11qnDwK6Dnn7R58lG39g50ICjLQfvpm0kkAs1Y8hR9J6RQukJTd0T3K8Og/s320/034.JPG" border="0" />I asked my mum to take a photo of me inside the caravan which is my new home. Apparently this is where I will be living for the next "X" number of years, but I'll be with my mum and dad, so I don't care where we are. It's obvious I will be living rough while we're on the road, though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVToZWwxutzW4X-doRE4zXaWckEWZR5YPzCm-qEbIyABVfEap_zTRJ2UZVoUQhyRNjMulozHGTqTf2M_h6_55LPElDOqw_PepyugxD53zxOGkBTZG0-I0NddDZxj-3GPwJXReQRNyuIM/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005536444438914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVToZWwxutzW4X-doRE4zXaWckEWZR5YPzCm-qEbIyABVfEap_zTRJ2UZVoUQhyRNjMulozHGTqTf2M_h6_55LPElDOqw_PepyugxD53zxOGkBTZG0-I0NddDZxj-3GPwJXReQRNyuIM/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The final photo for today. It was rough living in Auntie Linda's back yard...she and my mum and dad had been 'having coffee' (I think that's another way of saying they were squatting on their hindquarters just like I was doing). I do like having my mum and dad at home with me all the time - but they told me not to expect to be the "centre of attention" all the time...WHY NOT?</div><div> </div><div>So, my dear friends...it's all started.</div><div> </div><div><br />I promise to work harder now to show you "around Australia"....</div><div> </div><div>Love from Colin Harries xxxooo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-64381897740208203242009-05-29T18:19:00.000-07:002009-05-29T18:25:17.189-07:00Colin Harries ApologisesHello everyone! This is a NON-POST, I can hear you all thinking...and it probably is! Our big adventure in the caravan has started. I have some great photos to show you and I'm having a fabo time with ALL of my time spent with my mum and dad...however, we haven't stopped long enough for me to get my paws on the 'puter. My friends have been giving me some hurry-up, so I promise to get my furry little bum into gear soon...love from Colin HarriesColin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-24328979564399719922009-03-10T17:18:00.000-07:002009-03-10T18:37:42.321-07:00A RETROSPECTIVEHello everyone! It's coolish and drizzly rain today - Autumn in the Blue Mountains in Australia will do that I s'pose. Mum has put the heaters on, so it's a good time to sit in the warmth and say g'day to you. Last night, my dad found some mobile phone photos to show me, so I want to share them with you.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13NX0iu9D6eA_YXaB2ajLgnqNwr43HLATTNuITmjjCxXiTMo7mkxvZ0p0HHJoIO9U02o89m9sAx2cl-4xd2H0DuSFJDMX57l_Z_b3Ns7k6QugWV_xSeFOFisxKK86DF6TVHQfV4kTWNw/s1600-h/004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311730567397166434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13NX0iu9D6eA_YXaB2ajLgnqNwr43HLATTNuITmjjCxXiTMo7mkxvZ0p0HHJoIO9U02o89m9sAx2cl-4xd2H0DuSFJDMX57l_Z_b3Ns7k6QugWV_xSeFOFisxKK86DF6TVHQfV4kTWNw/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is my very most precious photo. My mum and dad said I must keep it very safe and close to my heart, cos it's a photo of <strong><em>Jack Harries</em></strong>, who crossed the rainbow bridge in December 2007, before my mum and dad brought me home. My mum said he was my 'older-brother' and that I would have LUVVED him very much and he would have been very kind to me, even when I was being a nuisance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311720117592936258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqA0rr244prXPD3hE_V2mRB76W6UPB946R150AbOzWEBov-gwjSi2p9vPTP6GWm1XE6EKsjzWHewAkukKpOohALXn7jGfM4ZUhJqW_zizAODs5Efs3Ej2aE2vQ-xNvKKi5iDxakRLxSB8/s320/020.jpg" border="0" />My dad and my Uncle Stevie went to a motorcycle show last month and there was "Bundy" on a motorbike. Bundy is an Australian 'blue cattle dog' and rides with Tex. My mum and dad know Tex (he was a member of their motorcycle club for a while). They told me they would NEVER do this to me...'cos they don't approve of putting me (or Bundy or anyone) in danger.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZEB0gZ1N9TB0RABr75CgESmd7x8DaJ4RKO-dcH2KsFy-MOD4YMC1MFepa8jZ1QlUhWvAsn4d5hAPrHJ60hzbKIECsk-t7h3OcJv7WCRBVMQbzh67nyTOIE5KPF-8apT_caRel0O87AU/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311720111227050370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZEB0gZ1N9TB0RABr75CgESmd7x8DaJ4RKO-dcH2KsFy-MOD4YMC1MFepa8jZ1QlUhWvAsn4d5hAPrHJ60hzbKIECsk-t7h3OcJv7WCRBVMQbzh67nyTOIE5KPF-8apT_caRel0O87AU/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /></a> I tried to tell my mum that standing on a chair in a cafe is dangerous, but she said she wouldn't let me fall. It was November 2008 and I had only just come to live with my mum and dad and we went out for coffee with Noah and his sissies. I was a bit shy with them then. NOT NOW THO! When they visited our house for dinner last night, their mum took a video of them and me 'rumbling'...perhaps Noah will share the video with you soon 'cos he does that sort of thing really well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD75ehA3ezbzL6fBwR3_VRbexDsmVpT_8f8Z4Bq4hlvoKjIOKzyhkPk5LrHkww6XeTPV__lNkW65dI_TL6J4TB7rvo6QIhjO-pD2zb6b-kUSyraVgyVmvg0cguQTBKGPVCJD-5iebg46Q/s1600-h/009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311720097576207794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD75ehA3ezbzL6fBwR3_VRbexDsmVpT_8f8Z4Bq4hlvoKjIOKzyhkPk5LrHkww6XeTPV__lNkW65dI_TL6J4TB7rvo6QIhjO-pD2zb6b-kUSyraVgyVmvg0cguQTBKGPVCJD-5iebg46Q/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /></a> LOOK AT 'EM ALL! We were out with four of 'em at one time and maybe I will admit to being just a TEENSY-WEENSY bit of a 'fraidy-cat'...but they're really cool mates now and I can't for the life of me think why I was worried!<br /></div><div>Hope you think that 'old photos' are as interesting as 'new stuff'. Anyway, avagoodun...(do ya understand 'Strine'? It's an Aussie way of saying "Australian") - and I just wished that you "Have a Good One". The world seems to think that we drop some letters off our words, but I dunno 'bout that... Love from Colin Harries xx</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-89710754103246633342009-03-03T16:13:00.001-08:002009-03-03T16:33:26.239-08:00My Drizabone and Packing Up the HouseAs you know, I've had some problems with my messages to you. Noah and his mum and dad came to help...so here we go...hope all goes according to my 'puter plan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iQlW8Z7_uqzuHylEUHxJeZZiwsasCz8EiTVRWOWJmaB6Ef0P75EX-0XsyalLq4QWsWR2RcwyxYjiXYlfQmZP5nhvcEFQqLZI2B3MJVAua_qeB8rPDMSCnKRAxendF3snKxCIv2MUpoc/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309119671989358354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iQlW8Z7_uqzuHylEUHxJeZZiwsasCz8EiTVRWOWJmaB6Ef0P75EX-0XsyalLq4QWsWR2RcwyxYjiXYlfQmZP5nhvcEFQqLZI2B3MJVAua_qeB8rPDMSCnKRAxendF3snKxCIv2MUpoc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Boy, oh boy - packing up the house is SUCH an exhausting process. My dad has decided to begin his retirement on May 1 (only 7-8 weeks to go)! And we're going to rent out our house while we're travelling around Australia in the caravan. So, here I am, lying amongst the boxes on some chintzy old rag that mum found for me - all of my lovely blankets have been packed - and keeping a wary eye out just in case "she" comes at me with tissue paper and a packing box.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJKwXq_rsOJRurc81LG1Xe2PYdVeGLDXycIO3QdZ_CYMEqw2b8Ml-zNePxtiVefKHHYF3ax5gsW6rNNqY337Oq782Fet140oUKccx8v98XpQxFcdIs5k3JN2beh4OIIOrokDzbhnc7g4/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309119674202896514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJKwXq_rsOJRurc81LG1Xe2PYdVeGLDXycIO3QdZ_CYMEqw2b8Ml-zNePxtiVefKHHYF3ax5gsW6rNNqY337Oq782Fet140oUKccx8v98XpQxFcdIs5k3JN2beh4OIIOrokDzbhnc7g4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> We're FINALLY going out! I've had to wait ALL DAY for some attention - why is packing the house up more important than me? Anyway, here is a shot of my DRIZABONE coat which I told you about in another message, but without photos. Cool huh! I do 'full-frontal' and 'swish turn to the right' just like real models on the catwalk. (Aussies wear these coats when they're riding their horses and droving sheep and cattle).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUuBDMi-41E29nrLdMnYam9Gx8QqrccHbfkVUC3_hI1QWPPgL2CbtdDdhvXqu4TkzEzTZ8X5RshABXDlY7klCc7ymLGiZSnjhZpUS9PMKs3Y9orvAKHE6tUkNiLySd5u07PJagZuxEqY/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309119474989905874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUuBDMi-41E29nrLdMnYam9Gx8QqrccHbfkVUC3_hI1QWPPgL2CbtdDdhvXqu4TkzEzTZ8X5RshABXDlY7klCc7ymLGiZSnjhZpUS9PMKs3Y9orvAKHE6tUkNiLySd5u07PJagZuxEqY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-3234148816541042492009-02-25T15:23:00.000-08:002009-02-25T15:29:02.530-08:00I've been absentHello everyone. I've had blog problems that come and go...and have had Noah's mum and dad helping to find a fix! As you can see, I am currently ON, but that may or may not remain the case. So, I'll spend some time today thinking about nice things to show you and hopefully will be able to put something up for you soon...love...Colin Harries. Oh, by the way, the "big trip" is definitely getting closer because our house is in a shambles. If I don't move quickly enough my mum will wrap me in tissue and put me in a packing case...C.xxColin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-30189923231690359602009-02-06T20:21:00.000-08:002009-02-06T22:02:23.712-08:00I didn't know about holidaysWe went to Shellharbour (1 hour's drive south of Sydney) for ten days in our caravan. My mum and dad said that soon we won't have to come home again because we'll be 'on the road' for as long as we like as they'll be retired and won't have to go to work. <em>(I don't go to work at all, so I</em> <em>don't understand any of this).</em> Anyway, I thought you might like to see some of my holiday shots. I have lots and lots of lovely photos that show our wonderful beaches, plus me being very hunky, but mum says I have to show just a few at a time, otherwise people will get sick of me. <em>(NOBODY EVER gets sick of me - and I've been adopted for a whole 5 months now).</em><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299912281524845842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQmd25dyHeoHyCx_wd4Czd4bfxX8MQZmkGViw8DQBr2JY93hhxiVnN2y9CzqhMX1DlhOi9EipWi7wwixmsjUEkuFP5DHji13lMG2rQBLBuODSikA8lg9qJ3Ec8nqKigaHIfL_UZrq-AGE/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />I wonder if all these kids are gonna be 'on the road' with us too? I wasn't brave enough to ask, in case my mum and dad said "yes". I think they were just visiting to our caravan for the day because I heard them call mum and dad 'Uncle John' and 'Aunty Marilyn' and they kissed us all goodbye at the end of the day. They were good fun though and were very kind to me (<em>strange - EVERYONE is very kind to me).<br /></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299911063539708194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDpsv3X00nBsIAmMRCQ-0zvklJ_aOvICNBooPNnFZt2OQUmb5ILSYqxCNohpnKNsk0oCo5PhyU1QMuj5wpvCtaLWF3XqUUltPKg4a691re06Cz71A7bTp-bYSlIZgUmlBhy2m7uoEyzA/s320/050.JPG" border="0" />I think this photo from the front of our caravan is nice and shows the ocean in the background. Summer is wonderful for the beach...and it seems strange to me when I think of my northern hemisphere friends in the snow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCBk_MTB5Tr5ujw0Y-3U4K4-ACdbDbRs0Lp_mh-npalFTsXuoYjzGZFpPnSe8dNYuDRkjz0vo0cKq8fgct-ouxO35p65-GOd6Xe_qpR4lnhWMud7US-zyREBAny4KiTvVgSANnVgTTuI/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299911062886486546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCBk_MTB5Tr5ujw0Y-3U4K4-ACdbDbRs0Lp_mh-npalFTsXuoYjzGZFpPnSe8dNYuDRkjz0vo0cKq8fgct-ouxO35p65-GOd6Xe_qpR4lnhWMud7US-zyREBAny4KiTvVgSANnVgTTuI/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had lots of visitors...neighbours came with their parents for drinks and dinner. I've just learned that I may not be the only one in the world with a mum and dad who think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. (<em>I had a friend who read this and said that is a very Aussie saying - the sliced bread thing. Is that true or am I a student of international languages?)</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UNwfmciwfFQI1DUI-avDmk-VaSe2XPVVlSOTWmjBN5PiOplgW5fMy9_6o3VXBG4kg0VNGpnJsh0WJt9pR4m8sA9Ou004jsY7MXqJCE3PMaoUd-pMY5YKmq3aiOcvbWrux0iOZzNRUV0/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299910350882797538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UNwfmciwfFQI1DUI-avDmk-VaSe2XPVVlSOTWmjBN5PiOplgW5fMy9_6o3VXBG4kg0VNGpnJsh0WJt9pR4m8sA9Ou004jsY7MXqJCE3PMaoUd-pMY5YKmq3aiOcvbWrux0iOZzNRUV0/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ah! FINALLY, just me and my dad. Isn't the water at Shellharbour boat harbour clean and beautiful. It was certainly cool on my toes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuPstrwd3Fpry1ZG9eJwRvd8UZQfHlbVfE8Cj0GkoGw6eRPEtEo1PMQ2JLww1yR-H00XxC-8v1JxSLXUFnebOuhvWEJIlJU3K0pXkFG7Rzl_YnjZG_7JSbAJKqiSrbG57ovRrHZfDWTs/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299910140185390658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuPstrwd3Fpry1ZG9eJwRvd8UZQfHlbVfE8Cj0GkoGw6eRPEtEo1PMQ2JLww1yR-H00XxC-8v1JxSLXUFnebOuhvWEJIlJU3K0pXkFG7Rzl_YnjZG_7JSbAJKqiSrbG57ovRrHZfDWTs/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is me leading dad over the rocks (he has only two legs so can't run as fast as I can, and I also think he's quite old). That's our caravan park in the background and the water wasn't covering the rocks at this time of the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906330448539842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppgQZHBUgCrCugdEcJKnpHvYGlxZL2sQVRna9SXWI9IphRESdm76ggGB-6FFjsPKpijYQ6mvO_G6ykihDxgRVVanQZbxmnUNoerfZ5XLWcJVGz5OaRSKpgke6p12SraeKJhxh3J8s7Fc/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /><br />Dad said I was heavy to tow up the hill, so I suggested that I get out and have a run anyway. I actually think I might be doing ALL of the work, but it really is great fun to be out and 'on the road'. Wheee!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What about this photo? Just after I did the posing/looking handsome thing, we went running out onto this beach and I chased duck-things and got all wet and sandy and my mum insisted that I be dried out before being allowed back in my trailer. Beautiful place, huh?! It's only about 2 kms from our caravan park.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGlEWZVPkJlvETlv8ymEtRRS-OYJN9vrOT30sOrKKnx0dBHKKdflI48ZQzFomUaQhYDMJ6ezB-Rd6Sfga8mUzKIZ-1F-nFTKSEkcfMLZ8GPZnJyup8jWdDxt9LLEBoJ7et-sw3Ga0Tug/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906165805473858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGlEWZVPkJlvETlv8ymEtRRS-OYJN9vrOT30sOrKKnx0dBHKKdflI48ZQzFomUaQhYDMJ6ezB-Rd6Sfga8mUzKIZ-1F-nFTKSEkcfMLZ8GPZnJyup8jWdDxt9LLEBoJ7et-sw3Ga0Tug/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-87093475357948285012009-01-11T15:23:00.001-08:002009-01-11T15:41:49.207-08:00The Aussie Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ew2RVpijcBbTWcq-Shw7lnjjmvgo8RVftfCktbYp9C0bUpW7jQbjqPiTOJICiP8C8D9-P29gVlQmzEZhRcbLFhJvAPVBOZQ40b1ViQNATSJMYbmxIFyRLIKeoZZdN8MuzwZ5qxwj5zU/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290184384867458194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ew2RVpijcBbTWcq-Shw7lnjjmvgo8RVftfCktbYp9C0bUpW7jQbjqPiTOJICiP8C8D9-P29gVlQmzEZhRcbLFhJvAPVBOZQ40b1ViQNATSJMYbmxIFyRLIKeoZZdN8MuzwZ5qxwj5zU/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a> I can run fast, even though it's 40 degrees celcius in Sydney on Christmas Day. Wot's 40 degrees C in 'real' language...well, my dad says it's almost 100F...don't know what that all means, but it sounds very clever, doesn't it?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHszQnHlzG7PpWmD-UewYtBhNMuY_UklJtWwmR-hvCb2nqjSx1MNJsA_AJs5KtgkaQyflmvTRONiUOZEumOI1YkkhOHVSgCi_Rl6u31TjJknC4VN8t7Tqpl9YE8zS5B3eb6ZrratoFj_A/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290182093862580578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHszQnHlzG7PpWmD-UewYtBhNMuY_UklJtWwmR-hvCb2nqjSx1MNJsA_AJs5KtgkaQyflmvTRONiUOZEumOI1YkkhOHVSgCi_Rl6u31TjJknC4VN8t7Tqpl9YE8zS5B3eb6ZrratoFj_A/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my new family's family (howzat for a description)...on Christmas Day in Sydney. My Auntie Sue is on the left (she's my dad's cousin) and that's her daughter and grandsons and my dad in the crazy striped shirt. Can't help but comment on the difference in the weather in photos I've just seen from my other new friends....my mum showed me where the northern hemisphere is...she says it's a long, long way away. Perhaps I wouldn't be very good in the snow. Perhaps I'm really a warm-weather dog, although I do own a Drizabone (that's an Aussie-drover-kind-of-coat, cut down to my size)!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ16gvH9omcC1A5yS-IXq6InYYutb7267xrTvzGFFxN5BHYJe83wEKUGQSzwtbV-AynCoOrwuToIsLf2734KAwwauYDNkiuxl8FLNOhJkKTXB7gOtye8dx0nZo0eze6C72uezLG8Isk40/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290181872782845170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ16gvH9omcC1A5yS-IXq6InYYutb7267xrTvzGFFxN5BHYJe83wEKUGQSzwtbV-AynCoOrwuToIsLf2734KAwwauYDNkiuxl8FLNOhJkKTXB7gOtye8dx0nZo0eze6C72uezLG8Isk40/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is me and my dad outside Auntie Sue's house in Sydney on Christmas Day. Cousin Jett (remember him with the one eye who was in the Lake Lyell photos with me) and you can just see our caravan and Nissan 4wd across the road. We're ready to go home after spending five days with Auntie Sue and Uncle Harry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrUj5Fq01GdvMKhDtMttm6PErSpjoV05WKRzFk7hzzxMoxnaMxhuXdKj46OxVjdpEthJjv5xULcfu15thwjDho0CisWOWlRPvugnHMy1tPuzm4X6yEvZQqtgeuu8R18TVTx1Atz0HQ-g/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290181626144246642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrUj5Fq01GdvMKhDtMttm6PErSpjoV05WKRzFk7hzzxMoxnaMxhuXdKj46OxVjdpEthJjv5xULcfu15thwjDho0CisWOWlRPvugnHMy1tPuzm4X6yEvZQqtgeuu8R18TVTx1Atz0HQ-g/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Waddya call my Cousin Jett's mother's daughter's son? Well, that's him trying to fight me for the chair. His name is Ben and he's 2 yrs. I'm older so I get the chair, I told him.Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-87799476122334532322009-01-09T02:49:00.000-08:002009-01-09T23:17:35.220-08:00My Life as a Harries - am I havin' fun yet?We went to Lake Lyell for a weekend. It's only an hour's drive west of our home in the Blue Mountains (maybe 2 hours west of Sydney) and we met with other friends there who also have caravans. My cousin, Jett, was staying with us for the weekend, so he came along as well. He's very old and has an eye missing, but he's quite handsome when you get to know him - that's him with the checked coat on, sitting with my mum, while I was trying to get her to get up and play with me instead.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePdUlyQFcoz6V_EVcHgOKz42iA3WR8SYL7C5zwffDNXv7fBzWjsQtWQnYCPEKIw2etdLGYu9V7u6CMjdWvouWfqbWrhQHBMQq3sj08ffxr1IxoFfTIEeDbIvXLs968_Sbti6MZDLK7ig/s1600-h/DSCN3290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289476844610471186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePdUlyQFcoz6V_EVcHgOKz42iA3WR8SYL7C5zwffDNXv7fBzWjsQtWQnYCPEKIw2etdLGYu9V7u6CMjdWvouWfqbWrhQHBMQq3sj08ffxr1IxoFfTIEeDbIvXLs968_Sbti6MZDLK7ig/s320/DSCN3290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tX-kEnh9rJRWEItgjQ4IfK932xyqDiJ02_kDeHHgNv80O9ym07I8yMZXIB70UBs6FohoZJxfhXXObDswQt5aJgQrGx5e9KwsG22iEWC-z8nMYqarW8zUhNESTT2mkHKuHB_UBpNWwSg/s1600-h/DSCN3253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289474465714166674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tX-kEnh9rJRWEItgjQ4IfK932xyqDiJ02_kDeHHgNv80O9ym07I8yMZXIB70UBs6FohoZJxfhXXObDswQt5aJgQrGx5e9KwsG22iEWC-z8nMYqarW8zUhNESTT2mkHKuHB_UBpNWwSg/s320/DSCN3253.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's me with my Uncle Adrian. He's the one who made mum go and get me from the adoption place. My full name is Colin Adrian Harries - and Uncle Adrian doesn't even mind if I put white fur on his black shirt when I sit on his lap. Do ya think it's significant that most of my time is spent sitting on people's laps...or on the seat next to them...do ya think they luv me?!<br /><br /><br /><br />I didn't know how much responsibility I would have - looking after my dad all the time when he has to have a nap.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRJ_OvSdYLSWVsvIsygzrX6ZDzbH_u_Os5b2DqOHS_oKtE8uIiVo4K5huPm9raWkhcq4m7eImhvk39L0YxwaJ9YJhVfRkDVVOOVbCX_bMBSYvY49vTuAyDpgqW9Szf_WGxdF-z9WroKg/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289472356234085826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRJ_OvSdYLSWVsvIsygzrX6ZDzbH_u_Os5b2DqOHS_oKtE8uIiVo4K5huPm9raWkhcq4m7eImhvk39L0YxwaJ9YJhVfRkDVVOOVbCX_bMBSYvY49vTuAyDpgqW9Szf_WGxdF-z9WroKg/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMT4yfjQ3lVa6X-hdP2R5MS-zjbTAg0F4qqeRXHK-4YPaIMfGNLkfocN8w2r042Lp0UOz22dRDVHW52PdhK7Az4Tv0uMezmorux3_-yKaBFz__qBs7KMfVoohlSGT6tMQBtdchf2hB8o/s1600-h/DSCN3120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289466621541211634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMT4yfjQ3lVa6X-hdP2R5MS-zjbTAg0F4qqeRXHK-4YPaIMfGNLkfocN8w2r042Lp0UOz22dRDVHW52PdhK7Az4Tv0uMezmorux3_-yKaBFz__qBs7KMfVoohlSGT6tMQBtdchf2hB8o/s320/DSCN3120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYZDJhFupKivFqiMLoZ4hT8FKgB_jubYLk1mSbHQ-LQxT26JFiu9U35Us7YfbP0qdpDPOfmwfkP8rNcIg38YcJYM4oh5p5ojShNTgBC6bGETRV1dk7xohz3Mj2hozthn5r4CGaq5ZqNw/s1600-h/DSCN3115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289249428487356066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYZDJhFupKivFqiMLoZ4hT8FKgB_jubYLk1mSbHQ-LQxT26JFiu9U35Us7YfbP0qdpDPOfmwfkP8rNcIg38YcJYM4oh5p5ojShNTgBC6bGETRV1dk7xohz3Mj2hozthn5r4CGaq5ZqNw/s200/DSCN3115.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is our caravan site at Shell Harbour van park. Mum and dad don't really trust me yet - they think I might try to get out to go back to the adoption place (NOT A CHANCE), so they designed a collapsible fence to take with us. Here's me and my mate, Dawson, whose mum and dad also have a caravan and often travel with us. Dawsie isn't really too keen on me, but the parents put us together to play and hope we'll learn to love each other (I luv him though, because I luv EVERYBODY). Perhaps Dawsie doesn't like me much because his mum does - that's her with me in our caravan.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqPIcPGeIIFwHuGBQzn0hT7q2_t0SmJdVW2aKK6Tg4_Q0m1WWHh0lgEZg39MQ__fGhs8TCCh2QD3YuZDYcPT6PJEurGJuGQW5gQycx9G6WL8d9RlKcChBm4KruZBBQC5Jo_10lNM6iZU/s1600-h/27-09-08_1325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289247382046946498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqPIcPGeIIFwHuGBQzn0hT7q2_t0SmJdVW2aKK6Tg4_Q0m1WWHh0lgEZg39MQ__fGhs8TCCh2QD3YuZDYcPT6PJEurGJuGQW5gQycx9G6WL8d9RlKcChBm4KruZBBQC5Jo_10lNM6iZU/s200/27-09-08_1325.jpg" border="0" /></a> I went on my first holiday in our big caravan and we walked on Shell Harbour beach (about an hour's drive south of Sydney). It's going to be such fun when we are really on our way around Australia - and I am going to have such a suntan!!</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-63736272649745899512009-01-05T20:52:00.000-08:002009-01-05T21:04:34.937-08:00Who said I look gay?<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2ELKS2xCzSsZA9GHgg953K0_pZD9NTDGuL-I9YuN6-jfz5XtNDQHFb40xL8_OoB_GO2kJETNh__JaEKBzkZkMyP4oj0ETVRtH37L3xfw9fpKQ5tCN6w_m2JLFVjRZq1gixaXrNT_fyM/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040509622914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2ELKS2xCzSsZA9GHgg953K0_pZD9NTDGuL-I9YuN6-jfz5XtNDQHFb40xL8_OoB_GO2kJETNh__JaEKBzkZkMyP4oj0ETVRtH37L3xfw9fpKQ5tCN6w_m2JLFVjRZq1gixaXrNT_fyM/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />
<br /><div>My mum is still playing with my blog (that sounds a bit rude, doesn't it?). She insists on putting this Christmas photo of me so you can all laugh...I feel like a goose, but what can a guy do?</div></div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-2772246310024816682009-01-05T20:21:00.001-08:002009-01-05T20:31:40.147-08:00I have to try stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bimrCQHkq1Tcx_pN6jgJCB6mgbaAV35KGdkBq_LOFUKCW2jbdCQi6Q4jb3588UvFLdbZBSsDa0TPuPY8oLwPnPJ9JAUeWG-vaewBjpnf1ZV0tBe8ADrwihyphenhyphen7Qg8LlcBn-iPH2zNSzWg/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288032563072717378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bimrCQHkq1Tcx_pN6jgJCB6mgbaAV35KGdkBq_LOFUKCW2jbdCQi6Q4jb3588UvFLdbZBSsDa0TPuPY8oLwPnPJ9JAUeWG-vaewBjpnf1ZV0tBe8ADrwihyphenhyphen7Qg8LlcBn-iPH2zNSzWg/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288032947937785506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihg0HoQhoKuWGRcjnAsdE77yJJLbOgSSgnI2IWHaaxOQU02W8pLrZKsOjP40jIGH1gWyM977giTmLS95NuJqsI3Gg3EmIpa6LcJuCS09IZO_rIwztO-K9XMukFsbTB7k-Byk170FqlVWo/s200/018.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I want to see if I can do this without any help (it's easy when someone is sitting beside you, telling you where to put your paws). It is so very hot today, at home in Wentworth Falls, and I've had to stand in my water bowl. More later, 'cos if this doesn't work I'd better know about it!! I want to show you a photo, but also have to work out how to do that too.</div><br /><p>Woops! that wasn't a very flattering photo, was it...I'll find something that makes me look more handsome. </p>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-50938733660755701812009-01-05T02:17:00.000-08:002009-01-05T02:21:05.597-08:00My new ride<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2ulEU6Tms77nHl_c1SiBzsCHL_EtJUlMznJ-eNjRTNUuoVl6aQEtw1GqestdjkPCfaB2SA74X6oydfKGGakBSjBCwc4lmaZQ7_gYl5mmO7ZKSTlnx90c5HbtScpk0gr8PtMPffNl-l4/s1600-h/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287752635733902402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2ulEU6Tms77nHl_c1SiBzsCHL_EtJUlMznJ-eNjRTNUuoVl6aQEtw1GqestdjkPCfaB2SA74X6oydfKGGakBSjBCwc4lmaZQ7_gYl5mmO7ZKSTlnx90c5HbtScpk0gr8PtMPffNl-l4/s320/Windows+Photo+Gallery+Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Remember I said I was going travelling all around Australia with my mum and dad? Well...they want to take their pushbikes but don't want to leave me while they're out riding -- so, their very creative fix for that was to buy me a trailer. I think I'm going to love it!! And we can have picnics because they can load the lunch into my trailer and I won't mind.</div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913687462789992554.post-81754883728951303102009-01-05T00:54:00.000-08:002009-01-05T01:03:13.140-08:00My Very First Post<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlh1rj9sfggUXWMAMNFh319Dkx-u5Sbeh5aq2WObmCSrs9iX9NYlYjb5d2uUKYw7A9kv6OvEuAXuOo4U3gcxVRXVe62s70xtLvl7ERz5C-l73EKd2OVXF38mfTpTnL7l6EsKW6LNurB0/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287732301802036274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlh1rj9sfggUXWMAMNFh319Dkx-u5Sbeh5aq2WObmCSrs9iX9NYlYjb5d2uUKYw7A9kv6OvEuAXuOo4U3gcxVRXVe62s70xtLvl7ERz5C-l73EKd2OVXF38mfTpTnL7l6EsKW6LNurB0/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hi I'm Colin Harries. I'm a 5 year old Fox Terrier and I've only been with my mum & dad for 3 months. They adopted me from Katoomba RSPCA after their previous boy, Jack Harries crossed the rainbow bridge in December 2007.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The vet said you have gone to heaven Colin you just didn't have to cross the rainbow bridge to get there. I have to agree with him.</div><div> </div><div>Here I am with my dad JH.</div>Colin Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403046723395048215noreply@blogger.com2