My books are written for my grandchildren, telling the stories of my trips in words and pictures, hoping to install in them a sense of adventure. They aren't written as a diary but as a collection of stories highlighting all the memorable moments that make up every trip; the people I meet, the places I visit, the things that go to plan and the things that don't. It's amazing how many times the unplanned become the highlights of a trip. My aim is to inform and entertain, and hopefully give them an understanding of what it means to have a real adventure. There is a book (or two or three) for every trip and with the blessing of my grandchildren each book is for sale, with all the profits going to charity. At the moment I decide on the charities we support, but as my grandchildren grow up that decision will be handed to them. The charities I support are The Royal Flying Doctors, Link Community Care, YouVersion and Network of Caring.
Each book costs $45, where there is more than one book for a trip a discount is available for buying the collection.
To purchase books email me via the contact section at the bottom of the Home Page.
In June 2017 a three month trip to the Kimberley came to a screaming halt on just the fifth day. A pot hole midway between White Cliffs and Tibooburra ensured I would be going no further;
Now, 12 months to the day, I'm off again riding the same bike, taking the same route and filled with the same excitement about what lies ahead.
My motto for this trip is: 'I'm riding by myself but I'm not alone'. Well, since leaving Alice I've never felt more alone.
Riding the Tanami Road isn't difficult, I've ridden more challenging conditions, it's just the distance and the loneliness. It's a thousand kilometres, with very little traffic and the only part of the trip where I needed to carry extra fuel.
The final stage of my Kimberley trip would take me down the west coast to Perth, then back across the Nullabor (the third time in just over 12 months) to Sydney. After sharing breakfast in Derby with Nick I pointed the bike south, engaged the cruise control and headed for Broome, where I would spend a few days playing tourist and get the bike checked over.
I rode into Tom Price and was stunned; the prettiest town I'd ridden through since leaving the Barossa Valley. Stopped for breakfast and struck up a conversation with the locals, mostly young families working on the mines and very passionate about their little piece of paradise.
"It's the Peppermint Grove of the Pilbara", they told me, "but please don't tell anyone, it's our secret."
I blogged on my trip and to promote an update to the blog I posted a photo on Facebook and bastardised the lyrics of songs to highlight the latest story.
Some songs were easily recognisable, others weren't and some people thought I was just plain silly and couldn't understand what I was doing.
How many songs can you recognise?
February 2018 a bunch of us had planned to ship our bikes across the Tasman and spend a month riding New Zealand. Unfortunately that fell through when a key member of the team had to pull out because of an accident.
Another friend had already decided to do Tassie instead of New Zealand. He owned a bike identical to mine and I asked him if he wanted company, and that's how The Red Devil Tour Of Tassie was born.
This was a trip to Adelaide to interview my Aunty for the book 'Stolen Too' - my Mum's story that she always wanted to write but never did. I made a holiday of it, riding my new bike - a red, white and black BMW R1200 GSA. I decided it was also time to finally meet my hero.
Bloody hell this is a big country!
Three 12-hour days, travelling nearly a thousand k's each day to get to Perth in time for the BMW Safari.
Discovered a new time zone as I crossed into Western Australia; had to put my clock back 45-minutes. Because the border is still 2-thousand k's from Perth, being on the same time as the capital would play havoc with their lifestyle.