I’ve realized lately that in life we make our own successes and failures to a great extent. It’s also being drummed into me just how responsible we are for our own health and welfare. Now I’m not sure if I’m explaining myself very well, but, although I have the option of doing pretty much nothing at all, all day every day, I can’t help but be driven to strive forward in doing things, because that’s just part of who I am, part of my makeup.
I started this blog with the intention of helping others through talking about my experiences living permanently on the road travelling. Offering help and hints and tips to make life a little easier or less daunting for those thinking about making the change and becoming detached from the mortgage. Yet for the past few months it’s all been about walks, wildflowers, shells and nice camp spots. Perhaps it’s time to stray off that just for a minute and get back to a little about day to day life of living mobile.
Part of my plan while living in the motor home was to supplement my food supplies with freshly caught fish, it’s taken me a month to get my act together and actually go fishing, but what a beautiful place it was to fish.
Well it’s been a month that I’ve been living in the motor home now, and so far life’s pretty good. If you’ve followed some of my other blog posts you’ll see that I’ve been doing some bush walks, taking photos and some cooking along the way. The Denmark fair was on over the weekend, that was busy and I bought a number of edible items, spicy plum sauce, cherry jam, cherry chutney and some raw handmade granola which looks so healthy it looks a bit like the forest floor I’ve been walking on lately.
Many years ago my parents decided to try and capture the past, disillusioned with our modern disposable society they saw the beneficial aspects of a life style based on how things were back in 1910. They wanted to try and keep some of these things alive, not only keep them alive, but also share them with others, educate people about how things were done around 1910.
So before my fathers retirement they set about creating Wynella, they bought a period house built in 1914 from a small country town, had it transported down to Denmark, then set about restoring it to it’s original condition.
Christmas comes in many shapes and sizes for different people and this may be one of the last Christmases I spend with family in a while, who knows where I’ll be in twelve months time, I could be on the other side of the country. So this is Christmas in a 100 year old house that’s been set up as a museum called Wynella. (that’s a whole different story you can read about here)
I figured I should post some images and explanations of the bus from the inside to give you an idea of what it’s like to live inside it on a day to day basis. Although comfortable and with most luxuries you might ever want, you must understand that everything is small, you have everything you could need, but generally it’s miniaturised. For example the seats in the main living area at the table has seating for four people, and seat belts for four as well, but compare the seats to my hat hanging on the back wall. And no, it’s not a sombrero.
First stop on on my travels is Denmark, W.A., about 450km south of Perth. The trip down was long compared with driving a car, but reasonably trouble free. Part of the reason it took a while was because I needed to stop at a black water dump point. Pinjarra has a CMCA sponsored dump point in town opposite the local pub, they also have an area near the dump point where you can camp overnight, worth stopping if you’re going passed as there’s a huge grassed area with lots of shady trees.