"The Cazneaux Tree" in the Flinder Ranges
So I have started with the toilet humour already. Normally I would warm you up like a cold dunny seat before dropping the first irreverent joke. But pit toilets are serious business. You don’t mess around with these essential camping facilities. They are the meeting place, the greeting place, where you get down to business and think. I’m not a deep thinker or a fan of a pit toilet. There is a golden rule, keep your eyes looking forward, never look down. I did the other day and my life may never be the same.
 Heading east through the Karri forests around Manjimup.
You may be aware I am on the trip of a lifetime. Actually it really isn’t that. If it was I wouldn’t be visiting a hole in the ground, you know, to that essential camping facility. I have been on the road for just over four weeks. The first eleven days was with my mate Stuart but now I’m travelling with my wife Jen. She likes roughing it, and to her a pit toilet is sheer luxury! It is adventure camping and the more remote the better. I can’t even plug in my hair dryer and a barista coffee is but a dream. I miss the sound of milk being frothed, the smell of the beans being abused by an incompetent service station worker. Damn it, why are we travelling again?
 Cope Hut, Alpine National Park of Victoria
The photos, it’s all about the photos! So I left Dunsborough and headed east across the country. It takes two days of non stop driving just to get out of Western Australia. Once in South Australia you have to start locking your doors again but now we are in Victoria. Here you are more likely to die of the weather changing than being murdered. Think Snowtown! There are some really sketchy places in Australia, some don’t even have baristas. We generally wind up the windows and speed through these towns. There is actually a town called Speed and on the entry to the town there is a sign that says “Speed Kills”, true story. The decision was to not stay there for the night!
 Nullarbour Roadhouse
 Flinders Ranges, South Australia
Now I am saying this in jest, and we haven’t even been remotely murdered yet but it is just a matter of time. If I was into risky investments I would be buying one of my glorious photographs as they will invariably go up in price! All things considered, bad toilets, bad coffee, dangerous towns, I have been getting some of my best work in years. Maybe the lack of grooming and personal hygiene is good for my creativity ?
 Harrietville, Victoria
 Dargo, Victoria
I am actually loving being on the road, there is so much to see in our beautiful country, we are so lucky to live here. I smell like a well used wheelie bin but life is good. Get out and explore your backyard. You will be amazed at what is out there.
 Fourth Beach, Esperance
One of my favourite images from this trip.
"The Cazneaux Tree" in the Flinder Ranges was a made famous by photographer Harold Cazneaux. I wanted to visit this amazing place for myself and get my own version. It would have to be the most photogenic tree I have ever seen. Of course if you just call it the Fletcher tree from now on you will find it so much easier to spell.
I couldn't leave home without my wonderful Maton Acoustic. I love nothing better than boring people around a campfire with buzzy strings and bum notes. If you're keen go to Spotify and listen to my band "Chain Avenue". With good mate Ben, we have recently released our first album called "Don't Get Old". Shame, it was too late for me! The grey hair does look good around the caravan parks though! Would love to hear what you think of our tunes. We have been recording for almost a year. Ben is the guy with the golden tonsils. My singing debut isn't too far away though, just need to wait till my voice breaks!
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