Home Sweet Home

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Difficult to believe that my last post was ten days ago.  Where did that go?  There we were, kicking back at Mingenew in warm sunshine and now we’re home and guess what?  It’s raining again🌧🌧☔☔!

So, here’s the finish to our wildflower trip …

We spent a lazy last day at Mingenew just reading and relaxing in the sunshine and enjoying the bakery selection 😋  We slept in until 8am, leisurely brekky and then walked down to the bakery for morning tea.  By this stage we’d become known as “regulars” so there was a bit of banter and laughter back and forth … especially when we turned up again later in the day for afternoon tea 😄  We promised (threatened?) to be back the following morning for our final morning tea before leaving!

Monday morning we were up early, packed and out of the park by 9am but still stopped into the bakery for an early morning tea and to say goodbye.  I think we’ll have to go back next year (maybe just for a week) to enjoy their tasty treats … and check out the flowers, of course 💐💐😎

A good drive through to Morawa, where we stopped for some sandwich supplies from the IGA and then on to Perenjori, arriving there in time to set up the camper and have lunch.  Lovely, small, Shire-operated park where we were able to choose our own campsite.  Set up and then read our books for a bit before deciding to walk into town to find the pub where Marg and Tony would be staying for two nights.  We took a “short cut” across a very large paddock/field/block and as we were walking I noticed a car heading on the other road towards the caravan park.  I commented to Gordon that it could be Marg and Tony and, sure enough, a few minutes later there it was going the other way.  Gave a wave and got one back, so we met up at the next intersection and had a hug and a chat, organised when we were meeting for tea and then went on our separate ways.

Perenjori townsite is very small, and the only places open on our walk were the pub and the tourist information … sad.  Everything else seems to be closed down, including the supermarket, although Marg told us later that there is a cafe but it’s only open between 10am and 2pm and and it was closed when we walked by just after 3pm.  Nevertheless, the exercise was good for us and it was a lovely sunny day.  Back to the camper to read until it was time to meet Marg and Tony for tea at the pub.

This is when we should have remembered that country pub meals are large … but we didn’t!  I struggled through my four (!) lamb chops, chips and salad, as did Gordon with his parmigiana and Marg with her steak.  Tony was smart and had ordered a burger but even that was big and so was the chip serve.   We all agreed that our meals were delicious but we would perhaps try a smaller counter/snack meal the next night.

As we were leaving I almost fell out the door because I’d forgotten there was a low step … honestly, I did have only one lemon, lime and bitters😝  Noticed one of the cars still had the headlights on so went back in with the plate number and managed to find the young man who owned the car.  He jokingly commented that it was our fault because he was too busy looking at the Hornet and forgot his lights … yeah, right 😄

Had a good night’s sleep but woke to overcast weather with a forecast for rain.  We hoped that Marg and Tony would get to see the everlastings without being washed out.  We had nothing planned for the day so took our time and about 10ish we decided to go to the Bowgada Nature Reserve, which is about halfway between Perenjori and Morawa.  Some nice flowers, bugs, butterfly, galah and information …

It was sprinkling on and off as we were photographing but as we finished the rain decided to start in earnest and we had rain most of the way to Morawa.  I should have taken a video, but instead I took fast photos through the windscreen.  Not sure if this will will give an idea of what the rain was like …

Lunch at the servo in Morawa that has now also taken on the role of the bakery.  Lovely pie followed by a delicious vanilla slice and a cuppa.  By the time we had finished the rain had eased off and we had a dry drive back to Perenjori.

None of the caravan parks allow car or van washing (which is fair enough considering the amount of water that would be wasted), so with the Hornet wet from all the rain, Gordon decided to give him a chamois-off and it was good to see him nice and shiny again with the dirt from the past four weeks washed away.

Packed stuff away ready for the morning, read some more and then back down the pub for our second night with Marg and Tony.  This time Gordon and I opted for seafood baskets, Marg for fish and chips and Tony for squid rings.  These were counter meals but were just as filling as the night before.  By the time I had eaten all my seafood I couldn’t fit in more than a couple of chips.  The pub was jumping and I’m not sure why as it was only a Tuesday night, but there was a T-bone steak special for $15 so that may have been the draw card.  Marg and Tony had managed to see the wildflowers in between showers of rain.  Apparently it only rained each time they got back in the car, which was a bonus!  We were going our separate ways the next day … Marg and Tony were going home through Dongara and the coast road and we were going home via Coorow and the Midlands Highway.

Woke to a clear morning, although the camper was wet with dew, but it had mostly dried off by the time we had to pack up.  Good drive through the back road via Latham to Coorow.  Now, the reason for us going via Coorow was that there is an amazing section on the side of the road that is an orchid lover’s delight.  It’s at the top of the hill as you come into Coorow from the north.  Gordon also wanted to get some more talc stone for carving.  I wasn’t sure Coorow was the place he bought it last time, and it wasn’t.  We think it may have been Three Springs, so that will have to wait for another trip.  BUT the orchids were there and someone had thoughtfully marked their places with pink streamers, although we found some that hadn’t been marked and may have only just flowered.  Spider, pink, blue, and white orchids.  An amazing spot that you would miss if you didn’t take the little track off the main road.  The track looks insignificant and I doubt many people would bother as it’s so close to town.

Our final stop for the trip was at Moora where we found there was a new bakery at the railway end of town.  Our usual “greasy spoon” takeaway had closed and we saw the bakery sign and followed it.  Well worth while.  An old shop re-energised with a lovely sheltered cafe section and delicious food.  Gordon opted for a toasted ham, cheese & tomato sandwich, an apple turnover and a hot choc.  I had the pumpkin soup (yummm!), custard tart and a long black with a shot of hazelnut.  Hopefully this shop will stay in business because I would like to go back there on our next trip north.

We had a good run through Bindoon, Great Northern and Roe Highways and pulled into the driveway about 3pm.  The weeds had gone berserk but our lovely neighbour, Charlie, had mowed the front so it looked like the house was being lived in.

Everything is either flowering or starting to flower.

Gordon’s vegie patch has humongous turnips that I am struggling to deal with …
IMG_2963 … the one on the right is “normal” size.  I use one turnip maybe once a month when I make a lamb shank and veg soup, and each year I suggest that he doesn’t grow them as they usually come in too late for soup season, and each year I get ignored.  The wet weather while we were away was obviously good for the turnips and they’re nearly all as huge as the one on the left and there’s too many of them.  Tried balsamic roasted turnip last night (definitely not again!).  I’ve made a turnip, carrot, parsnip and potato soup with chicken stock that just needs to have coconut milk added and then we’ll taste it … possibly tonight.  But all the recipes I’ve found seem to have a lot of seasonings and extras (like bacon and cheese) to make the dish palatable.  Not sure that I want to bother to be quite honest!

Our feline visitor came to say “welcome home”.  We don’t know her name, but we call her Hopalong as she only has three legs due to an accident as a kitten.  She belongs next door but spends a lot of time in our yard.  I can get a regular “cat fix” this way and Gordon doesn’t have to worry about allergies.  Hopalong can go anywhere a normal cat can go.  We’ve seen her go up into the ceiling, walk the fence line, climb the pergola posts etc.  There’s nothing she can’t do … and she lets me pat her … bonus 😍  She doesn’t like being picked up and I think that maybe something to do with the missing leg.

So that’s it.  We’re home and settling back into routine and thinking about our next small trip to Albany for a week in October that will incorporate joining in the fund raising “Raiser Ride”, this year from Albany to Bridgetown, raising funds for Hawthorn House Day Respite Centre for Dementia in Albany.  Last year’s Raiser Ride to Ravensthorpe was so much fun (and so worthwhile) that we decided that we’d do it again this year.  I’ve offered to donate some jam packs for their auction on the Saturday night, so I’d better get to work soon and get that happening.

We’ll get the blog up and running again for that trip and possibly for our short trip to Dunsborough for the SongFest at the end of October.

For now, that it from us.  Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, we hope you’ve enjoyed travelling with us (and the photos) and that you’re having a great day … whatever the weather 😎😎



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