I started travelling alone at the age of 60. I and my little hatchback, thermos and Esky in the boot, began the first of four road trips around the island of Tasmania, south of where I live in Melbourne, Australia. I planned to the 'nth' degree, but nothing could prepare me for getting stuck on the side of a mountain, in the dark, my petrol tank on empty. Nothing could prepare me for being on my own in a caravan park on the west coast in the middle of a violent storm, or forgetting I get sea-sick and spending a boat trip around Tasman Island with my head in a bucket.With my 'Tassie' experiences under my belt, I ventured further afield, across the Tasman Sea to New Zealand and, eventually, to the other side of the world - England. They say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. He must have been rolling on the floor as I discovered that no matter how much research you do, at some stage you have to give up your set ideas and just wait to see what happens.My travel series, Planning to the 'Nth', describes my adventures as I discover the world - at last.
We are two not-quite grey nomads who have recently retired / changed careers / entered the third phase of our lives - whatever you want to call it. The one great change is to regain mastery of our time and have the chance to live our dreams. The world is a beautiful place and beautiful places should be experienced slowly - there is no better way to do this than walking. This site has been set up to document a series of walks and travel to different parts of the globe. It is primarily for our own records and memories, but anyone who might find it of interest is welcome to browse.There are now 11 photodiaries covering 4300km of walks, plus the odd trips by canoe, bike and other means, with detailed descriptions and over 8600 photos - take your time and enjoy.