Slow.

We are all about slow on this caravan adventure of ours.

We are the last to rise in the caravan parks we camp in. We lie in bed and listen to the other campers around us doing their morning thing and then the rumble of their engines and off they go.

We get up slowly, dress, toilet, breakfast, coffee, journal, skip, fiddle with the caravan, pack up, go.

We drive, pull over, play hide and seek, what's the time Mr Wolf? and skip, we chat to other travelers, we eat, we spend hours in playgrounds, we get in the car and drive some more.

There is no rush. No one is expecting us. We have no set plans.

We have always embraced the slow food movement, we talk often of the slow childhood movement and now we are loving the slow traveling thing.

Feel free to overtake us grey nomads in your shiny caravans and clean cars. Don't stress road trains, we'll slow down and let you past.

Today we are in one of the strangest places I have ever been. A place where they mine opals, many people live underground and the landscape looks like outer space, Coober Pedy. In the next few days we'll be in the centre of Australia and then up, up, up we go...slowly.

What have you been up to? I hope you are making time to slow down and look at the scenery.

Bye. xx