Forgive me, Father, it has been many weeks since my last blog. Sound familiarish to all the Catholics out there?
It has been a while since I blogged but I’ve been travelling lots, seeing lots and generally having a really wonderful time.
After I last wrote, we drove over to Albany where we went on a river cruise up the Kalgan river (complete with stowaway),
after which, we drove on to Frenchman’s Bay – just gorgeous!
We did some bushcamping at Torbay Inlet where the flies and mosquitoes nearly carried us away.
It sounds pathetic to say but we saw so many magnificent, pristinely white sanded, crystal clear watered beaches that …… we actually stopped taking photographs! Not that we didn’t appreciate them – loved them all – absolutely fabulous places – but it seemed pointless to take more of the similar.
Then on to Denmark. Quaint little town, great things to see and lovely scenery. Had a wonderful lunch at Single File Winery
where the locally made Dellandale cheese was absolutely superb! Yes, Summer, I’m bringing some for Christmas.
Kirsty had heard that Parry Beach was a great place to camp ($10 a night, right on the beach), so off we went. Only problem was there was a height restriction. Betty, at 2.8m high, set the 2.7m height limit sign a-swinging as we squeezed in.
From Parry Beach on to Walpole and the Valley of the Giants –
Although it was wet and cold, the forest was absolutely amazing just the same.
Following the coast around, Windy Bay and Point D’Entrecasteaux were also stunning.
Kirsty needed to be in Bunbury to catch the train to Perth airport so she could fly up to the Coral Coast to see her daughter and grandkids for their birthdays and Christmas so we headed inland to Pemberton. What a really lovely little town that is. We stayed at the one and only caravan park in town and the birdlife was plentiful and oh so very friendly. I also managed to see my first Quenda (yes, it’s a real animal) on my way back from doing the dishes in the camp kitchen.
Between Pemberton and Bunbury we came across the Diamond Tree Lookout. Now what sort of idiot would climb up there?
Then on to Bunbury to stay with a friend of Kirsty’s and, next morning, a sad parting of the ways. Thanks so much, Kirsty, for being my travelling companion for part of the way on the maiden Betty voyage. What a fabulous time we had and so much fun!
I need to blog more often. I’ve struggled to remember where I’ve been.