Sometimes I wonder if I should have been keeping a proper travel blog. A blog where I write about where we've been, what the indigenous name for it is, how many miles above sea level, what it is famous for and what we did there. Then I could have our trip all neatly and tidily categorised. Then we could read it back and have a proper record of this journey.
But on the road I am constantly hearing people talk about how far behind they are in their travel blogs and I know for certain that would have been me. I'd probably be stuck somewhere back at Uluru. And I wouldn't want to miss a detail and it would feel like homework and I'd be stressed.
Instead I've got this strange all over the place blog. Part travel, part personal, part craft, part food, part anything else I feel inspired to write about at the time.
There are certainly bits I've skipped over, but so much happens in one day on the road. So many miles, so many thoughts, so many plans, so many observations.
Just for fun here's a little summary of the past few days...
On Thursday morning we watched Piccolo's new born dolphin cub at Monkey Mia. It was born over night and I'm not sure there is anything cuter than a tiny little dolphin. Wowee!! Not too sure about the every 7-10 minute breast feeds though. That poor Mama dolphin.
We also watched Puck, another dolphin, struggle to understand why she was not the centre of attention for once and try to win it back with all manner of tricks.
And then, later on that morning we packed up and left Monkey Mia and the best caravan spot EVER!! It was not easy I tell you.
We spent that night at Denham, at the western most caravan park in Australia (WINDY!!) and caught up with lots of friends for handstands and later on for drinks.
On the way out on Friday we visited Shell beach. Like the name suggests, Shell beach is covered with tiny white shells. Its about four meters deep with them
We dug around in them, made piles of them, sorted through them and threw them in the air and into the water.
I wish I could share with you the tinkling sound they made as they hit the water. I loved that sound.
And then we visited the stromatolites.
At The Billabong road house where we ate our lunch, we looked at hundreds of photos of tattoos and I decided I don't think I want one any more. I don't know exactly what it was but something about them just made me feel like I do not need to belong to that club. I might change my mind. Who knows.
In Geraldton it was SUPER WINDY and apart from a bit of play ground play, we sheltered in the caravan and played clapping games, watched movies and thanked goodness we have a van and not a tent.
Also in Geraldton Farmer Bren was voted best plaiter in the family!!
And I finally got my Textured Leaf dress. (Please excuse the caravan mess).
This dress arrived at Carnarvon post office long before we had passed through there. My Tassy friend Jo tried to pick it up unsuccessfully and then a few days later Fiona got lucky and brought it south with her. Yay! I adore it Wendy, thank you. xx
So there you have it. A couple of days on the road. Some of it anyway. Of course in this time food was prepared and eaten, miles and miles and miles were driven, podcasts were listened to, conversations had, games played, decisions made, music played, books read, a ukulele strummed, crocheted ends sewn in, photos taken............................................................................................................................................
Happy travels. x