The Camp Arrives at Disney

This morning (day 2 at Disney) started with the two Gore trucks rolling in with the camp to the backdrop of a magnificent sunrise.

Back on the Road

I can’t believe we’ve been alternating between caravan parks in Brisbane for 16 months! A few annoying health issues have kept us stationary with just the occasional trip out to Koramba to break the feeling of being squatters. One thing that never changed was our love of living the simple life in the caravan. Occasionally […]

Success is buried on the other side of frustration

A great Tony Robbins quote is, “Success is buried on the other side of frustration”. At the moment I’m finding there’s an inner battle I need to win in order for us to get this business off the ground. It is a battle with frustration.

Can You Run A Business From The Caravan? Yes You Can!

When we decided to “hit the road” in 2010 and turn our backs on the rat race we knew we’d need to rely on our resources to make the financial side work.

Life on the road still requires money, and, depending on what you do, that can be quite a lot.

We had no superannuation to speak of and no pensions to rely on, so we’d need to work.

We’d been creating software applications for operations management for some years, and we wanted to continue this from the caravan. The trouble was all our applications were legacy programmes that required installation, upkeep, hands-on help and constant re-installs every time we made an update. And times were changing as well.

We could see that the old legacy programmes were losing their shine very rapidly. We believed cloud-based, subscription applications would grow rapidly and make old, crocky applications redundant. We were right. Cloud-based application usage exploded!

So, our challenge became to redesign and throw out. Throw out any doubtful applications and reprogram the good ones for the cloud. It would mean countless hours of intense work from the caravan with no immediate financial return.

We did have a little nest egg tucked away, so we decided to bite the bullet and go ahead and DO IT!

Then, as we were in the final stages of leaving our nest egg got stolen! STOLEN!

We had virtually nothing.

Kerrie had already given up work for the university, and we had spent what little ready cash we had converting our old ’71 Viscount caravan to incorporate a space where both of us could work and live. We could still cancel everything as we were sure Kerrie could get her job back, but we decided to go anyway and trust God for the finances.

On the day we left my wonderful brother gave us a gold coin. That gold coin became the difference between making it and breaking it.

We’ve changed any things from that original vision.

We’ve worked with some of the finest people we’ve ever met and formed incredible friendships but most of all, from a business perspective, we’ve learned to concentrate on one software application only – Simple WorkSafe.

We learned from the farms and earth moving companies we worked for and the countless business operators we met that health & safety was becoming harder to manage and yet the consequences of NOT having it were growing.

Many businesses we had contact with were undergoing actions of some sort relating to health & safety.

We realised that none of these businesses operated their accounting with paper and filing cabinets anymore. They all used software, and yet the management of their health and safety (which could potentially cost much more if it failed) was a mish-mash of paper templates and files.

So, this became our goal to not only design and create a simple, easy to use, cloud-based health and safety management system but to market it 100% via the internet. It required a massive learning curve, but the journey has been an exciting and eventful one.

We’ll continue to post about the progress of the business.

Success Consists of …

The great Winston Churchill said, “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” I think you need to view failure like Thomas Edison who, when commenting on the invention of the electric light bulb said, “I had to succeed because I ran out of things that would fail.”

A New Business Plan

A Business Strategy Meeting The 3-day journey back to Brisbane from Lardner park became a mobile strategy meeting. We went through everything we were doing in the business. We looked at what was possible, what was impossible and every likely consequence.

The Next Big Hope – Lardner Park Victoria

Back To Queensland From South Australia The drive back to Queensland from South Australia involved yet more decisions. In all the heartbreak and disappointment, it was still enjoyable and inspiring to travel the endless hours talking non-stop with Kerrie. I can’t remember us having a single argument even when the pressure to give it all […]

Nothing’s Easy!

Pittsworth in the Rear View Mirror Off we drove from Pittsworth feeling confident that we’d at least experienced our first show even if we didn’t think any sales would eventuate.

Don’t Stare Up The Steps – Step Up The Stairs!

They say that to achieve any goal you need to stop staring up at the steps and start stepping up the stairs.

Goodbye Koramba

At Koramba Farm, cotton irrigation is now in full swing and the camp routine has settled back into a more orderly manageable routine after the grain harvest when the camp was bedlam – jam packed full of backpackers, harvesters and experts rebuilding some irrigation systems.

Tractors ready to work

Cotton in the evening

Crop dusters are constantly landing and taking off from the airstrip starting at 3 or 4 am as they battle to keep the million dollar cotton crop free of insects that could destroy the lot.

Yesterday one of these crop dusters hit a head ditch at the end of a field ripping his landing completely off the plane. The pilot managed to fly back to the airstrip and at 4:00am and belly landed the plane successfully with no injuries.
This was after another incident earlier in the week just across from another farm we’ve worked on where the plane clipped the power lines and crashed in the cotton field critically injuring the pilot.
These blokes really know their stuff and have nerves of steel.

A safe belly landing after loosing landing gear in head ditch.

Another cropduster crash last week in Gundy.

Fiona has taken two weeks off to spend time with her family and get prepared for taking over the cooking position when we leave tomorrow to head to Brisbane in preparation for my radium treatment.

It’s hot – super-hot and it appears there’s no respite from the heat anywhere, even in our precious caravan with the air conditioner on full! The kitchen temperature rises quickly to the late 40º’s early 50°’s once the ovens and Bain Marie are turned on and throw in the repeated hot flushes and the body just cries out for COLDNESS.

The long Christmas and New Year period has finally drawn to a close. This is always a rather testing stretch for us as the heat and the backpackers (especially the few “Needy” and demanding ones) make the stretch seem a long one.

The camp mess room Christmas day.

Christmas Lunch at the camp

One thing that’s helped this year was having Ashley, Lish and our wonderful grand kids, Riley and Charlotte living on the farm. They’ve moved into their beautiful home here and it was such a delight to hear Lish tell us last night that she feels totally at home.
We were expecting her – a city girl – to take a while to really settle in but she’s slotted right in and she seems genuinely happy, excited and motivated about their future.

Riley and Charlotte driving the Grader

The Grandys on the forky

Ashley wanted to propose to Lish at Christmas so Ash, Kerrie and Lish’s sister conspired to secretly get the engagement ring that Lish had chosen from Brisbane out to the farm in time for Christmas. Unfortunately their efforts failed but the ring did get to the farm a few days later. Ashley (in a rare romantic moment) took Lish down to the river for a swim and on a sweltering New Year’s Eve proposed to her after which she accepted his proposal.

Lish’s engagement ring

It’s a real thrill for me watching Ashley work over at the workshop (I can often see him from the office window). He’s seldom found without a grin and loves working on the variety of machinery he gets to operate on daily.

Today he’s fixing the brakes on the Mack truck, yesterday servicing a Landcruiser and tomorrow possibly repairing a huge pump. He’s in his element, even in the heat.

I’m very proud of him.
But now we are on our final day at the farm!
How strange!
Throughout the last few weeks I’ve been rather excited to move on and get the next part of the adventure started, but today – I’m not sure.
Everything I do today reminds me it’s the last time – cooking breakfast, placing orders, clearing and cleaning, cooking dinner.

It’s strange.
This place has been such a huge part of us for five years. We’ve learnt so much about life here (and about ourselves) and we’ve grown to love the place and deeply respect all the people involved with keeping it running.

My little office seems somehow a sad place today after I’ve spent so many happy hours here designing our software. Even the mess and kitchen that we’ve played such a large part in operating seems sort of forlorn today.

It’s strange to see Fiona’s caravan under our annex that has provided shelter for our precious home for so long and under which I would sit on the swing seat at night after work with a glass of scotch and marvel at the starts and the moon.

I realise how much I’ll miss driving around the farm and seeing the magnificent green of the young cotton, the shining gold of the grain and the glistening water channels and dams that make me marvel at the engineering that created them.

I look at the camp garden with its ripening grapes and flourishing fruit trees and I remember the hours of toil and sweat that went into carving that garden out of the bush and I recall the huge quantity of vegetables it rewarded us with.

Every tree around the camp speaks of the efforts in sawing, trimming and clearing and I would like to think that at least this small corner of the 38,000 acres that make up Koramba is better for us having been here.