8 itchy feet

Intellectually I know. I know you just can’t grow a tree to a girth of twenty five odd metres or a height of seventy or more without water. So at some point, in the south west of WA, it has to rain. One of those points was the 8th of October. Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.

Of course the Tingle trees were delighted. Isn’t that a great name. Tingle trees. I’d never heard of them before we hit Walpole. The kids had. They’d been in the back seat of the car listening to ‘The Giraffe, the Pelly and Me’ by Roald Dahl which as chance would have it features the rare purple flowered ‘tingle tingle tree’. This did of course lead to some confusion upon our visits to the real Tingle forests with both Amy and Oliver inquiring where the purple flowers were.  Continue reading “Day 95-97 Tingle tingle” →

We almost didn’t stop in Pemberton. We wanted to. It was on the itinerary. But the caravan brakes decided to pack it in so stopping in the rain in the most contoured country we have thus far traversed was tricky.

We did of course manage to wrestle the van to a halt and I would just like to take this chance to say a big thank you to the very helpful mechanic at BP Pemberton upon whom I imposed myself with my break problem late of an afternoon. He was running around his garage like a headless Chopin (thank you iPad auto correct that was supposed to be a headless chook) but still managed to rewire our burnt out trailer cable connection in less than an hour and all for 33 bucks! You just don’t get that kind of service… anywhere. Continue reading “Day 92-94 ‘Karri on!’” →