Fel & Fulch

Fel & Fulch Wild adventures chasing freedom, sunsets, creativity & a little bit of peace.

We’re Flick & Dave, two slightly feral, coffee-fuelled humans who decided life’s too short to wait for “one day.” So, we’re prepping to pack it all up and head off on our next big adventure: life on the road, chasing the kind of freedom you can’t find chained to the grind. This page is our digital campfire; part blog, part vlog, part beautiful chaotic us, and when we hit the road it will be all ab

out our travel and life as nomads. You’ll find our travel plans, downsizing stories, honest life updates, occasional deep thoughts, and probably a few too many “we nearly divorced over this set up” moments. We’re not influencers, we’re just us, figuring it out as we go, laughing through the mess, and sharing the real parts most people edit out. So pull up a chair, grab a cuppa (or something stronger), and join us as we plan, dream, and maybe accidentally set off the smoke alarm trying to cook in the van. Because this isn’t a polished highlight reel, it’s the next chapter of our story… and it’s going to be one hell of a ride. 🚐✨

31/08/2026

I got a DEFECT NOTICE while my car was PARKED AT UNI today and I am, quite frankly, saltier than Kettle salt and vinegar chippies! 🤣

Yes. I know I need a new windscreen.

I am very aware of the crack. I have eyes. I drive the car. I was there when the bloody thing happened. 😂

Between the endless trucks flicking rocks at me, Tasmania’s beautifully generous “two cars technically fit if everyone holds their breath” roads, and one absolute d*ckhead who overtook me at phenomenal speed before hitting the gravel and machine-gunning my car with stones… my poor windscreen has had a rough little 6 months. Yes, 6 months since my last replacement.

Then Friday, another chip. A truck coming the other way had, as my Pop would say, “one foot in the gravel” because the road is too bloody narrow. Not even really his fault.

But guess whose wallet gets to enjoy the consequences?

🙋‍♀️ Mine.

And because a replacement windscreen for my car is around $1600, I can’t exactly wander down to the Windscreen Fairy and pull sixteen hundred dollars out of her sparkly little arse.

Especially considering I’ve already replaced multiple windscreens over the last few years and apparently that means I’m no longer allowed windscreen insurance.

Which is a fascinating system.

“You’ve had several windscreens damaged through absolutely no fault of your own?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. You may no longer insure yourself against that.”

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. 🤣

I was getting it done. I just needed TIME. Time to save the money because apparently being a student, working, paying bills and existing in 2026 hasn’t already emptied every pocket I own.

And before anyone comes at me with “but it’s a safety hazard”…

I can see perfectly well.

The crack isn’t sitting there like a giant spiderweb across my face while I navigate purely by vibes and echolocation. I genuinely don’t even notice it when I’m driving.

Calling it an immediate danger feels like a gut of a long shot.

But nope.

There I was, innocently sitting in class, educating myself and becoming a productive member of society…

Meanwhile outside, someone was lovingly placing a defect notice on my parked car. And probably picking on other students whilst they were there. I smell a nark!

🥰

So now instead of enjoying my weekend off like the exhausted little university goblin I am, I’m watching my phone and desperately hoping I can pick up shifts and working through it so I can throw more money into the Apparently My Windscreen Is A Public Emergency Fund™.

Stupid.
I’m angry.
I’m tired.
And I hope whoever signed that ticket, gets home safely, has a lovely evening…
…and then mildly inconveniences themselves by walking shin-first into a tow ball.

Not injured.
Just enough to stand there holding their leg and reconsider their life choices. And sees this so they know it was me 🤣

Anyway. What ever. Life absolutely loves an overflowing cup 😘

Perimenopause subscription complete… And honestly this is the wildest subscription service I have ever been enrolled in ...
30/08/2026

Perimenopause subscription complete… And honestly this is the wildest subscription service I have ever been enrolled in without consent. 😂

One minute I’m a perfectly reasonable woman.
The next minute I’m standing in the kitchen absolutely FURIOUS because someone has put a spoon in the wrong section of the cutlery drawer. IN THE WRONG SECTION!!!

WHO DID THIS?
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?
DOES NOBODY RESPECT THE SYSTEM?! RESPECT THE MOTHER F*CKING SYSTEM!

Meanwhile, five minutes later I’m crying because I feel awful about my meltdown over a spoon. Clearly, I am not fit for society.

Then I’m hot. But only on my eyelids. Like what? And they are sweating. I have eyelid sweat.

Then I’m cold. And I mean shivering bone cold, goosebumps and all the hypothermic performances of a person naked in the snow.

Then I’m starving. The kind of starving only peanut M&Ms can fix.

And then I’m exhausted, because I’m so much work. And even though I’m currently circling the 12 hour mark for the amount of hours I am sleeping, it is apparently not the right type of sleep. So what is the right type of sleep? I don’t know 🤷‍♀️ I have cycled through it all and none of it is right.

My brain has also started operating like a browser with 46 tabs open, three frozen, one playing music somewhere, and absolutely no idea where I put the thing I was holding FOUR SECONDS AGO.

And the confidence?! Unhinged.

Some days I want to hide under a blanket and never speak to another human being again.

Other days I’m looking in the mirror thinking… Actually, she’s still got it. 💅 And I go ahead and buy snail slime.

And somewhere in between, I’m hunting my husband for some time behind a locked door with Elvis Drew blasting.

OH. HELL. YEAH.

It’s weird but to be brutally honest, apart from the wild mood swings and sweating eye lids, I am loving the confidence this new me has. She is wild.

So Peri-Crew… How’s our Monday?

📸 A little witchy photo cause I need to feel like this has some sort of power 😂

I can’t believe I just paid for snail secretions for my face. Snail, secretions. You know, that slimy trail they leave b...
30/08/2026

I can’t believe I just paid for snail secretions for my face. Snail, secretions. You know, that slimy trail they leave behind. I. Paid. For. That.

Either I’m dumb, or I’m about to get plump, hydrated, snail laced skin.

I actually don’t know if I can use it or if my ick will out ick my desire to look hydrated and dewy 🤣

🐌 🐌 🐌 🐌

Can’t think of a better way to spend my day than riding a long curvy road 😍
30/08/2026

Can’t think of a better way to spend my day than riding a long curvy road 😍

The tired brain plays a fool.Today I’m running on empty.Not tired in the “I could use a coffee” kind of way.Empty.The ki...
28/08/2026

The tired brain plays a fool.

Today I’m running on empty.
Not tired in the “I could use a coffee” kind of way.
Empty.

The kind of empty where all my guards are down, my mask is still in bed, and every thought seems to arrive without knocking.

And that’s when anxiety gets loud.
Paranoia starts filling in blanks that were never meant to be filled.

The devil’s advocate stops being useful and starts whispering every possible reason I might be wrong, unwanted, annoying, disappointing, too much, not enough.

On days like this, I can feel myself becoming fragile in places I normally keep well protected.

A different tone can hurt.
A short reply can sting.
Silence can feel personal.
A tiny uncertainty can become a whole story before I even realise I’m writing it.

And I know better. That’s the frustrating part.

I know exhaustion distorts things. I know my brain is trying to make sense of the world without enough fuel to do it properly. I know feelings are not always facts.

But knowing something and feeling it are two very different things.

Today I don’t have the energy to mask it beautifully. I don’t have the polished version of myself available.

I’m tired. I’m vulnerable. I’m overthinking. I’m probably reading too much into things. And I’m trying very hard not to judge myself for any of it.

Because maybe today doesn’t need to be fixed.
Maybe today just needs softness.
Less analysing.
Less assuming.
Less trying to solve every uncomfortable feeling the second it appears.

Maybe I just need to get through the day without turning exhaustion into evidence that something is wrong with me, my life, or the people around me.

The tired brain plays a fool. And today mine has the whole stage.

📸 A place I need to be to recharge my batteries.

28/08/2026

🚑 👨‍⚕️ 👩‍⚕️ 🧑‍⚕️ 🏥 🩺

Ok my fellow health care workers… I need advice!

I need new shoes. I have tried every brand known to man and I cannot find anything comfortable.

I currently wear Hokas (Bondi) and they are comfy, but not great.

I have docs, new balance, reeboks, Nikes, crocs, birks, sketchers… all of which hate me!

I currently have a stress fracture on my left and ankle strain from compensating on my right.

I’m doing around 16-20k steps at work on average so I need something that’s gonna stop the pain.

Extra points for waterproof!

❤️ you all!!

Do you think anyone will notice if I wear my Uggs to work? Or do you think they will be so wowed by my nanna curtain scr...
27/08/2026

Do you think anyone will notice if I wear my Uggs to work? Or do you think they will be so wowed by my nanna curtain scrubs that the fact I’m cozy and warm on my feet will completely slip their minds?

See you on the other side of 16 hours… ✌️

Good lord! Sorry about the brightness I created today by getting my legs out! I actually don’t think they have ever been...
26/08/2026

Good lord!

Sorry about the brightness I created today by getting my legs out! I actually don’t think they have ever been that white… Is it possible to lose your pigment as you age.

I swear people were shading their eyes as they drove past!

Oh Dolly 💔😭I am genuinely, properly sad. Memories of road trips with my mum and aunt belting out the classics, Saturday ...
25/08/2026

Oh Dolly 💔😭

I am genuinely, properly sad. Memories of road trips with my mum and aunt belting out the classics, Saturday morning cleaning sprees, campfire sing alongs.

So, to my household and possibly half the neighbourhood… You’re welcome for the Dolly Parton concert currently being performed at a volume that suggests I have recently acquired both acreage and emotional instability.

This morning we are listening to my favourites. Coat of many colours, I will always love you, Jolene, Why’d you come in here looking like that…

The ones I know every word to.
The ones that have existed in the background of my life for as long as I can remember.
The ones that make me want sing at the top of my lungs while I scrub the kitchen.

Dolly was one of those people who will be missed and remembered by most of us for her absolutely extraordinary songwriting. But mostly she will be remembered by the enormous kindness and humbleness she carried with her. She could be completely larger than life without ever making anyone else feel small.

She gave us music for falling in love, having our hearts broken, getting back up, working bloody 9 to 5 and occasionally screaming JOLENE with the emotional conviction of a woman who has personally wronged us.

So today I’m going to be sad.
And I’m going to play Dolly LOUD.
If you live nearby and didn’t want a country music tribute concert before breakfast… Sorry!

Rest easy, Dolly 💔

Let’s have a yarn. Sorry it’s long, but I need to chat this out! I slept on it. And this morning, I put in the last of m...
24/08/2026

Let’s have a yarn. Sorry it’s long, but I need to chat this out!

I slept on it. And this morning, I put in the last of my four graduate nursing applications.

Locations far and wide.

A year-long nursing adventure for my soul.
And I am excited.
Nervous.
Terrified.
A little bit “what the actual f*ck am I doing?” 😂 “what if this ends your marriage?” 😳 “what if the kids hate you for doing this?”

But mostly… I feel alive at the thought of it. My TikTok is full of A day in the life of a nurse working at… (I don’t want to jinx it and give away the location, but trust me it’s AMAZING!)

And I think that’s why I need to talk about the part that keeps niggling at me.

Why does it feel selfish? People FIFO all the time. People take jobs interstate. People work overseas. People travel for contracts, promotions, opportunities, money, experience, adventure.

We barely blink at it.

So why, as a mum with almost-grown children, do I somehow feel like choosing to work away for a year needs defending?

Why do I already feel judged when I haven’t even told anyone where I’ve applied? Nobody has actually said anything to me. Not a word!

There’s no angry mob outside my house with pitchforks yelling, “HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR FAMILY.” 😂 you know, my fully grown family…

And yet there’s this little voice in my own head asking… Are you allowed to do this?

I became a mum young.
A wife not long after.
And for most of my adult life, nearly every decision I’ve made has had other people woven through it.
The kids.
My husband.
The business.
The mortgage.
School.
Work.
Appointments.
Bills.
Who needs me?
Who can’t be left?
What works for everyone?

And I don’t resent any of that. That life is mine. Those people are my heart. But somewhere in there, I think I stopped asking a very simple question:

What do I want? Not what is practical. Not what makes everyone else comfortable. Not what keeps everything exactly the same.

What do I want?

And now, after nearly three years of stress, uni, placements, assessments, work and constantly chasing the next deadline, I’m almost at the finish line.

And sitting on the other side of it is this weird, beautiful little window of opportunity.

A graduate year. One year. A chance to go somewhere different. To work in places that would stretch me clinically, professionally and personally.

To become a better nurse.
To see healthcare outside my little corner of the world.
To learn from communities, patients and nurses whose experiences are completely different from mine.

To become more confident. More capable. More independent. And maybe to discover a few things about myself along the way.

That doesn’t sound selfish when I say it like that. It sounds… important. But motherhood does something strange to your brain.

You spend so many years being needed that when the needing starts to change, choosing yourself can feel suspiciously like abandoning everyone. Even when you’re not. My children are almost grown. My marriage isn’t ending. My family isn’t disappearing.

I’m not burning my life down and riding into the sunset on a camel with a linen scarf blowing dramatically behind me. Although please know I would absolutely commit to the outfit. 😂

I would be going to work.
To nurse.
To learn.
To grow.
And yes, to have a solo adventure.

Because apparently I’ve decided my version of Eat, Pray, Love involves significantly more compression socks and bodily fluids.

Eat.
Pray for adventure.
Learn.
Grow.
Find myself.
And learn to love who I’ve become. Because in reality, I’m exactly who I started out as, I’ve gone full circle through changing myself for everyone else back to who I was before.

Maybe the question isn’t, “Is it selfish to leave for a year?” Maybe the question is…

If I have this opportunity and I don’t take it because I’m afraid of what people might think, will I spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have become if I had?

Because that scares me more. I don’t want to end my incredible lived life with regret.

I don’t want to look back one day and realise I kept making myself smaller because I thought that was what a good wife or a good mum was supposed to do. Because that’s what the good mums I know do, or did.

Maybe loving your family and choosing yourself aren’t opposites. Maybe they can exist in the same sentence. Maybe I can love the absolute hell out of the life I’ve built… And still be curious about the woman standing just outside my comfort zone.

So yes.
Four applications are in.
Some close, but the ones that have my heart are very, very much not. 👀

And now I suppose we see what the universe does with that.

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