Lately I have been toying with whether I should change the on the move part of my blog name since we have been camped here for 8 months. The grass had literally grow under the wheels of our van. However in the last 8 days we have moved over 2600 km. Enough to justify the moniker I think.
We have just got back to the farm and our caravan home after a quick dash to Adelaide and back. 2400 k
We needed to pick up some solar panels from a friend so we thought we would just pop over to get them and see a few people.
The panels are going to be set up to charge batteries for lighting on the three sheds here. A useful project for Mr Fix It who gets twitchy when he hasn't got a something on the go.
We also got to see the mums, mine and his, a couple of close friends, our brothers, mine and his, and K's baby nephew. Missed one of my two brothers unfortunately.
K's mother fed us from her bountiful freezer. Three cooked meals a day and very forceful offers of snacks to go with cups of tea. I couldn't convince her that we were full. (I'm suspicious she thinks K is so skinny because I don't feed him enough. )
Both our mothers are masters of managing on very little. Nothing wasted. Shopping strictly to a researched list. Making meals from almost nothing. It never ceases to amaze me how far a pack of veg can go.
Mum Ferg baked lamingtons for us to bring back 1200 km for the Crookwell family. Made with Crookwell farm eggs that had travelled 1200 km to get to her kitchen. She cooked her cake recipe from memory. She covered half lamingtons with chocolate and coconut and half covered with red jelly. The whole exercise was accompanied by stories about cooking with our kids and stories about her early life. In fact the entire time we spent in her house was accompanied by stories.
My mum and I caught up with family things while she knitted and I crocheted, the antics of the dogs and cats in front of the fire keeping us amused. K and my brother talked wool machines and electronics.
Good times
We were happy to get home to our camp and sleep in our own space. Not happy to risk the safety of the solar panels overnight in a motel car park K drove the 1200 km back in one day. Early 5am rise.. We had a dream trip. Easy all the way. Although we left the usb drive with all our music in the other car so the soundtrack got a little repetitive. Only had the cds in the stacker. Becky Cole, Eric Bogle, Celtic Thunder, Bee Gees got a workout by home time. I switched them all out quick smart at the caravan.
We took our granddaughter shopping while mum and dad had appointments today in Canberra. 240ish km return with the usb drive of music fortunately.
Miss 4 and half is a very accomplished shopper. She discussed the merits of every toy and after choosing her presents insisted on carrying her own shopping bag, with the receipt in it cos that's the proper way.
(While we are discussing grandkids, the eldest lad in Brisbane had his birthday this week and for once I managed to time the post properly. There was a beautifully worded thankyou on my message bank when I got in service range this morning. He is getting really grown up.)
So as we drink our cuppa at the Crookwell house before we drive back out to the farm I am happy to sign off.....
Cheers Sue
A Ferg on the Move
We have just got back to the farm and our caravan home after a quick dash to Adelaide and back. 2400 k
We needed to pick up some solar panels from a friend so we thought we would just pop over to get them and see a few people.
The panels are going to be set up to charge batteries for lighting on the three sheds here. A useful project for Mr Fix It who gets twitchy when he hasn't got a something on the go.
We also got to see the mums, mine and his, a couple of close friends, our brothers, mine and his, and K's baby nephew. Missed one of my two brothers unfortunately.
K's mother fed us from her bountiful freezer. Three cooked meals a day and very forceful offers of snacks to go with cups of tea. I couldn't convince her that we were full. (I'm suspicious she thinks K is so skinny because I don't feed him enough. )
Both our mothers are masters of managing on very little. Nothing wasted. Shopping strictly to a researched list. Making meals from almost nothing. It never ceases to amaze me how far a pack of veg can go.
Mum Ferg baked lamingtons for us to bring back 1200 km for the Crookwell family. Made with Crookwell farm eggs that had travelled 1200 km to get to her kitchen. She cooked her cake recipe from memory. She covered half lamingtons with chocolate and coconut and half covered with red jelly. The whole exercise was accompanied by stories about cooking with our kids and stories about her early life. In fact the entire time we spent in her house was accompanied by stories.
My mum and I caught up with family things while she knitted and I crocheted, the antics of the dogs and cats in front of the fire keeping us amused. K and my brother talked wool machines and electronics.
Good times
We were happy to get home to our camp and sleep in our own space. Not happy to risk the safety of the solar panels overnight in a motel car park K drove the 1200 km back in one day. Early 5am rise.. We had a dream trip. Easy all the way. Although we left the usb drive with all our music in the other car so the soundtrack got a little repetitive. Only had the cds in the stacker. Becky Cole, Eric Bogle, Celtic Thunder, Bee Gees got a workout by home time. I switched them all out quick smart at the caravan.
We took our granddaughter shopping while mum and dad had appointments today in Canberra. 240ish km return with the usb drive of music fortunately.
Miss 4 and half is a very accomplished shopper. She discussed the merits of every toy and after choosing her presents insisted on carrying her own shopping bag, with the receipt in it cos that's the proper way.
(While we are discussing grandkids, the eldest lad in Brisbane had his birthday this week and for once I managed to time the post properly. There was a beautifully worded thankyou on my message bank when I got in service range this morning. He is getting really grown up.)
So as we drink our cuppa at the Crookwell house before we drive back out to the farm I am happy to sign off.....
Cheers Sue
A Ferg on the Move
Frugal mothers. I wish they would write it all down....wait, that's what I'm meant to be doing :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd a good job you do. I suppose I am more actively frugal now but not in their class.
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