Tuesday 28th February We move again, this time to Nelson, Victoria.

Getting the hang of this sleeping on the floor thing, even Lin sleeped well, must be the sea air. So we're up early and packing up, co's we're moving on.  Getting good at this packing up lark and it only takes us about an hour or so. A bit of munch and a shower and we're on the move, this time off to Nelson.

As we drive, the wind starts picking up a bit and the road starts to straighten up, still, not one to miss an opportunity, I open the bike up. Lin puts her arms round me and holds me tight. I'm thinking, aint love grand, turns out she's pooping herself!!!!. We're in logging country and the large lorries are taking timber to the mills and every time one go's by, it sucks us in a bit. Lin's found a way of holding on by her butt cheeks, problem is, I've got to prise her off with a spoon when we stop and Im running out of spoons (lost one or two).  Right, time to stop for water, co's I'm not gonna have Lin getting dehydrated again. Another clump, we're only eight kilometres from Nelson. Oh well, another one of those days.

We find the site, no problem, and have the tent up in no time. We're in National
Trust forest and are surrounded by trees.  Theres so many parrot type things here they look like fruit on the branches, they may look good, but by christ they don't half make a noise, Never mind, Lin still feels at home, (she can sing in the same key).

After we settle in, it's pop into town to get the grub and back again to cook it.  Its only a short run by ozzy terms, 32klm each way, but the runs great. (more butt clenching). After dinner we're back in the tent for a bit of a read, that is till Lin spots an ant. Now it's not an ant like we know it, this f**kers go muscles. The buggers about an inch long and square's up to ya when we try and shoo him out. All I see is Lin's arse as it disappears into the sealed tent. Not a problem, I pick up a shoe and give him a wack. I don't think he liked it' co's the little git had another go at me, whack, whack, whack and I got the bleeder... Ha, aint squaring up now is he? The little git must have called up reinforcements before he got clobbered and now there's another four more,,, sod it, I've had enough and my arse is following Lins. I'll see if they still want a fight in the morning.

OK, lets roll, ''You gotta know when to roll 'em, know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to ........" (don't know the rest, sorry, lol) but John's been singing it for months now.  Packing up is quick and fast now.

Everything out !!!!

Yep, everything out...

WE stop midday way for a water, fag and comfort break. The sky is blue as blue can be. I am feeling much better after my sunstroke episode and John is happy chappy....

The roads here don't seem to change, they are long and usually quite empty, just like this one. This is the Princes Highway that starts where the Great Ocean Road finishes, ( oh YESSSSS, we drove the whole length of the Great Ocean Road, exciting, unforgiving and nail biting, but what an experience).

This is where Victoria almost meets the next state being Southern Australia, its logging country, not that you would guess. They have a real problem with firs here and have conservation teams in to keep the numbers of firs in check. All I can say is christmas trees sure don't go out of stock here!!!!!

There see ???  All set up in our new home on the Kywong Caravan Park,  Nelson, Victoria.  It took about half an hour. WE are definitely getting faster.