Sunset magic on a perfectly still afternoon down at the river.
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Our favourite place to be in the late afternoon. Down by the river at the back of the property. We’ve all started keeping bird lists and our pages are filling quickly. We’ve spotted whistling kites, a brown falcon nesting across the river, a wedgetailed eagle outside the front gate, mallee ringnecks, a forest kingfisher, a noisy family of white-winged choughs, peaceful doves and diamond doves, to name but a few!
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A basket overflowing with fresh flowers, love and gratitude for Sam on #MothersDay. Thank you for everything that you do for our family. xxxx
The boys and I handpicked these beautiful roses and other flowers from the homestead gardens this morning. Happy Mother’s Day everyone!
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Last night’s bush television. A crackling fire, red dirt on our boots, shooting stars, a full moon rising and dingoes howling in the far distance. This is how I imagined #buslife to be.
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Sunrise in the outback. What a magical way to start the day! I captured this last week on my early morning ride around the property. I have also posted another version of this sunrise tree pic at my photography Instagram account.
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Campfire time down at the river yesterday. We are so fortunate to be where we are right now. We are caretaking a beautiful and remote property in Outback Queensland. Each afternoon we take a bike ride or long walk around the property and down along the river. Last night we stayed until dark and then nearly stepped on a snake on our way home. Thankfully it was just a carpet python (and not the other sort found in these parts – the lovely old mulga snake). – Keiran.
Home, for now. This is mulga country, Bidjara country, just beyond Charleville, in south-west Queensland. It’s been a long while since I lived somewhere with a red dirt driveway. In recent times, we had been slowly plodding along through outback Queensland in Bronte the bus, free-camping by quiet rivers in small country towns. We were planning to head towards the Northern Territory (and ultimately Western Australia) when the COVID-19 health crisis began to escalate in Australia. With the sudden closure of campgrounds, national parks, free camping reserves and many caravan parks, we had to make some quick decisions. Like thousands of full-time travellers across Australia, we had no actual ‘home’ to return to. We either found a caravan park that was still open for ‘essential travellers’, some land to park the bus on or we rented a house somewhere close by. With the prospect of being locked down for six months or longer, we decided that the best option was to find a rental property. We were so very fortunate to find the perfect homestead for rent nearby.
The property is just beautiful, with extensive gardens surrounding the house, a river nearby and lots of space for everyone to breathe. It’s remote but we’ve always enjoyed solitude (it reminds me somehow of our lighthouse days). We are living in the bus at the front gate to the house. There’s no furniture in the house, but Sam has an office in the house to continue her remote working arrangements and the boys have a dedicated Lego room (which everyone is pretty happy about). I have been kept busy with some physical work around the property like mowing lawns, tending to gardens, checking pumps and tanks, fixing irrigation and getting the veggie garden started. We are truly grateful for the opportunity to stop here for a while and acknowledge how privileged we are at this moment to still have an income, somewhere to live and our health.
This is my first post for 2020 (with huge thanks to Sam for keeping the social media going in recent months) and I am hoping to share more photos of our outback life in the coming weeks. Thanks for following along. Hope you are safe and well. – Keiran.
River gums, featuring eight year old boy for size. It feels frivolous to post about our goings on, in the midst of so much crisis, but also wanting to keep a record here of our journey. We are one of the many ‘permanently’ travelling families with no fixed address, who, although abundantly privileged to have a ‘home’ and resources behind us, have, in the last week or so, found ourselves squeezed out of just about everywhere, as closures reach far and wide. We’ve been very lucky (and yes, privileged) to find a beautiful place to stay while we ride out these uncertain times. A place we can not only stay safe but live all our homesteading dreams, albeit with red dirt rather than lush forest.
Apart from ending our travels (for now) and giving us an invitation to belong to a place, isolation hasn’t changed much for us. And as worried as I am, I am also hopeful for the golden opportunity this pause creates, for my family but also for our culture and its operating system. Where will we steer our ship from here? It’s always been up to us. .
“The dominant order always fails. Every civilisation has failed and this global one is failing grandly, obviously. Our enemy has no answers. That makes me hopeful. Change is possible because it is necessary.” The crushing truth of John Zerzan, exquisitely captured by Tyson Yunkaporta in ‘Sand Talk’, a read for the times. ~ Sam.