Dry windy conditions do nothing for ones skin and hair. Moisturising helps with the skin, but my hair, constantly blowing in my face and eyes, was driving me bonkers. A sign at a nearby caravan advertising hair cuts tempted me in. “What are we doing today?” asks Cheryl. “Something to get the hair off my face”, I answer. Half an hour later it’s off my face, it’s definitely off my face.
We took the beach umbrella, beach chairs and boogie boards to the beach for a few hours in the afternoon. The waves were just perfect for granny’s or small children. Just powerful enough to push you to shore, but not powerful enough to dump you and roll you around like a washing machine agitator.
Then back to the caravan with just enough time to shower (and tossle my new do into some sort of mis-shape (can’t have it looking too neat), throw together the makings of dinner and we were off to meet friends for a barbecue. A pleasant night on a lovely, balmy, Broome evening. Tills is done in, up on the bed snoring. I think I’ll join him.
it was Ladies Day at the Broome Racing Carnival yesterday, and on Saturday the carnival will culminate with the Broome cup. This is traditionally the biggest week of the tourist season in Broome, and following the cup the tourists start leaving in their droves. With the town currently bursting at the seams like never before I’m sure the resident towns folk will breath a sigh of relief as they see the town begin to return to normality. It must be frustrating for them to walk around their supermarket with shelves stripped bare by tourists, and then to have to queue for 20 mins at the checkout – yes it’s that busy.
The crowds haven’t bothered us as yet. We’re enjoying staying at the RAC caravan park, which is the closest park to Cable Beach. It’s a difficult park to get into, and has taken us several years to secure a booking. It means we can take Tills for his early morning beach walk without having to get in the car. This morning the tide was low, so we explored around the rock pools. I love the way the receding tide leaves forest like patterns in the sand.
There are a lot of dinosaur prints in the rocks around Broome. We took a Hoovercraft flight a few years ago and were shown quite a few. https://lifeofrileyow.com/2017/06/11/broomes-own-jurassic-park/ They’re quite distinctive once you know what you’re looking at. Apparently as the tide washes away layers from the rocks, more prints are often discovered. I think we found one this morning.
I finally managed to give the caravan a good clean. We left home in a bit of a hurry so the caravan hasn’t been as well organised as usual. I think I have it sorted now! I don’t know about you, but I struggle to be able to relax if my environment is cluttered and messy. After the van was spic and span, Tills was next. Paul shampooed him in the shower. I towel dried him, then clipped his nails. He decided his reward for being obliging should be a walk. He picked up his lead and shook it in front of me – that was a first. It was just too cute to ignore, so we grabbed our towels and walked him over to the beach for a swim and some relaxation on the sand.
Apart from that the day was uneventful. The trip up here is long and tiring, but it only takes a couple of days of being here to feel the stresses from the trip melting away. I didn’t think we were going to make it this year. I’m so glad we did. As always, being in Broome – what a pleasure!
Paul usually walks Tills first thing in the morning while I slowly ease into the day. I don’t know what came over me today, a bit of a mad moment perhaps. I awoke just before 6am, Paul was still sleeping, so I thought, ‘what the heck.’ I dressed as quietly as I could, and was heading out the caravan door with Tills just as Paul awoke with a look of surprise. I told him which way we were going and before I’d reached the caravan park gate he had joined us.
A short walk and we were on the beach with one happy little dog. I’m reminded that our frequent holidays in Broome, together with our daily walks on Busselton beaches provided the inspiration for acquiring a dog. These two places are doggie heaven and it just didn’t seem right to be walking in doggie heaven without a dog.
I’ve had in mind to find some pink abstract pictures for our bedroom walls. Today’s sunrise reflected in the wet sands had me thinking…..
I’m sure enough pink sunrises here and I’ll be able to play around with the photos to create my own group of pink abstracts.
A quiet day with a bit of business to attend do, and a good chance to change and wash the bed linen. Then cooking and packing up dinner to take to the beach with friends at sunset. Tonight’s dinner is a honey soy cooked chook, with jasmine rice, and a side of pickled vegetables. I love how pickled vegetables can elevate an otherwise bland meal.
We headed away from the main beaches to the quieter and very picturesque, Reddell Beach. It’s located down a rough dirt track, so that keeps the hoards away. Our two favourite beaches for photo opportunities are Reddell Beach, and then Entrance Point.
And of course we had to have our obligatory ‘cable beach sunset’ cocktails before dinner. This has become a bit of an institution for us and our friends, and I’m sure Brian and Kaye would feel very neglected if we failed in our bar tending duties. It’s our take on a Tequilla sunrise, but usually we make it with vodka. Tonight though I had Tequilla, but as we’re in Broome it’ll still be called, ‘Cable Beach Sunset’.
I mentioned the beach was less accessible than the popular cable beach. That definitely proved to be the case. The rough track to get there was fine, but I’d forgotten about the trek from the car park to the beach. Fine if you’re just going there for a walk and to admire the sunset, but lugging chairs, dinner and cocktails. – note to oneself, ‘not a good idea’.
Dinner and company was good, but there was a cool breeze blowing. We loaded up and lugged everything back to the car not long after the sun dropped over the horizon and back to the caravan park for ice creams, and a cuppa.
A short days driving for our final day of the trip up to Broome, and thank goodness for that. Paul is looking weary, and Mr Tilly has us wondering if we’re not guilty of cruelty to animals. We appease our guilty conscience by knowing that if he understood that if it was a choice between long travel days with us, or staying at home with someone other than us, we know without a doubt which he’d choose. As far as he is concerned, the pack must always stay together!
There was no point in leaving early as book in time is usually around mid day, so we had a leisurely start to the day. I even gave the van a bit of a clean.
A few ant hills appear to break the otherwise monotony of the flat scenery.
Other than that, I’d like to say it was uneventful trip, and as far as the trip was, that much is true. However a phone call from a very dear friend as we neared Broome provided us with his medical update – bad news. It seems his lung cancer has spread, and a mass has been found in his brain. He and his wife are both in good spirits and hoping for the best. Tests won’t be completed for a few days yet, so more will be known later in the week. It sounds like the only good news we can hope to hear though is a prognosis that gives more than a few months. Very upsetting news!
We arrived before our site was ready. Our good friends Brian and Kaye, already up here came to the rescue with ham sandwiches and cup of tea. Mr Tilly was thrilled. He loves Brian and Kaye. Their caravan (new to them) has a door that separates into two, apparently called a doggie door. You can see why. It looks like he’s ready to take our lunch order.
Once set up, we did most of the washing from the trip, then had a refreshing dip in the pool. Afternoon coffee with friends, and it was time to take Tills to the beach for his much promised walk. This time we drove up to Gantheume Point. Broome is currently heaving with people, so there were literally hundreds of cars park on the sand. We parked up, and walked for half an hour up the beach again, then back again, wondering all the time if we’d manage to find our car when we returned.
We had only gone to there to give Tills a decent run. Most people were there with beach chairs, drinks a nibbles – cause that’s what ya do in Broome! That’s what Broome’s all about, driving up the beach to swim, or fish, or walk, or sit and read a book, but mostly driving onto the beach to see the sun sink over the horizon at the days end.
Any beach is Mr Tilly’s happy place. He’s talking to us again. And so ends our first day in Broome for 2021, as always it’s a pleasure to be here.
A warm evening yesterday, and no moon, so again the night sky was amazing. We looked for satellites but none appeared. We only seem to notice them in the sky when there’s a moon, maybe there needs to be some moonlight to show them up. No shooting stars either! Oh well, maybe tonight.
We sat outside playing cards by the light of a battery lamp. Being warm there were plenty of insects but the lamplight had their attention, so they seemed to leave us alone. We knew we couldn’t have a light on in the caravan to read by as those pesky little night flyers find their way around the best of insect screens to a light source. It was around 8pm when we’d had enough of card games, and starry skies – almost a late night!
There were a lot of trucks on the road throughout the night, so not a really sound deep, but being in bed for 9 hours it didn’t seem to matter. We both awoke reasonably refreshed around 5am. A cuppa in bed, and I finished my book. It was a good read, I’d recommend it – ‘Water for Elephants’. A good insight into how much progress we’ve made into preventing animal cruelty, particularly in the circus world. Also a good insight into the grimness of life during the Great Depression in America.
We were on the road again at 7.45am, Paul and I eager for the next, and second to last leg on our journey to Broome, Mr Tilly not so eager. Tills definitely showed his reluctance to get into the car. As I write this his back is turned firmly away from us as he sits in the back seat. He even refused a piece of sausage saved from last nights dinner especially to bribe him with. He’s clearly not going to be bribed.
Whilst the countryside just north of Newman is up there with my favourites, the countryside between Port Hedland and Broome is about my least favourite. It’s mainly flat and scrubby, with a few bleak looking shrubs, and barely even ant hills to add a bit of interest.
Another escort vehicle came towards us waving us for the road. Holy, moly – this one was BIG! We were right off the road, but still there was barely a metre between us and the load as it hurtled past. Certainly broke the monotony of the scenery, it was the biggest load we’ve encountered yet. That white line is the one usually on our left.
We arrived at Stanley about 2.45pm, and shared a large gazebo with a trio also travelling towards Broome. Two of the trio came from Tassie, and their place of work uses a catering company in Tassie owned by a good friend of ours. The third member of the trio lives just around the road from where we lived when we were in Perth. It’s a small world!
Entertainment for the evening was again compliments of a brilliantly clear night sky. Two definite satellites spotted, one definite aeroplane (thought to be a satellite at first), and a fourth moving light which could have been a satellite, or could have been a plane. Again, too many night fliers to have a light on indoors to read by, so lights were out by 8.15pm. Zzzzz
Hamburgers, mulled wine, and toasted marshmallows kept us up a little later last night. We nearly made to 8pm! A few pages of my book and I was out to it. Not such a good nights sleep last night, sometimes I get a reaction to wine, or in fact any alcohol. I think it’s the histamines, but whatever it is, my blocked nose reaction doesn’t make for a good nights sleep. I’m not a big drinker at the best of times, but I do like to enjoy the occasional drink, especially on holiday. I only had one drink of mulled wine…….today I’m saying it will be my last drink ever. We’ll see!
Awake at 5am, I read a couple of chapters of my book, ‘Water for Elephants’. It’s a good read, light and easy going, and it has me wanting to know how it’ll finish. It’s getting difficult to put down. Shower, breakfast and dishes out of the way, and we were on the road again at 8am. The weathers definitely warming up, and I suspect I’ll be in shorts tomorrow. My Marino jumper has given way to a long sleeved t-shirt, I’m sure I’ll be sleeveless tomorrow.
We stop at a roadhouse for fuel as we by-pass Newman. After Newman comes the most spectacular Pilbara scenery, real iron ore country.
This is probably my favourite drive in WA. I’ve heard people say it’s very much like Africa. The red rock and soil, the yellow tussocky grass, the wild flowers that border the roads, the rock piles, and the crevices and ridges in the ranges – it’s all so wild, so raw, so beautiful.
We arrive at Two Camel Creek around 3pm. It was pleasantly warm, so no need for a fire. I used an hour or two to sort the van out a bit, stashing the winter bedding under the bed, and organising the cupboards.
Apologies if each days account of our trip jumps tense from time to time. I’m trying to write as we travel along, as well as taking photos from the car window. The photos are sometimes a bit blurry, but to stop for good shots would add unwanted time to our travel days. As I type the Internet drops in and out, and sometimes I end up losing a lot of what I’ve written, and sometimes I start writing in the present tense, but then it might be the next day before I have internet cover again. It makes for patchy writing. Never mind, hope you enjoy some of the photos anyway.
We could hear the big trucks from our camp spot yesterday, but fortunately they seem to get off the road early, and didn’t become active again until around 6am. A couple of mulled wines by the fire last night had us up until well after 7pm…. Lol. We struggle to stay out of bed until 7pm when on a big road trip. Darkness comes, we watch the stars come out, and then nature seems to say to us, “it’s dark, time for you to sleep”. The fire kept us up for at least a half hour longer than on previous trips, and with no visible moon, the stars were wondrous. I’m pleased we took some good burning wood with us in this time.
We read a page or two before lights out, and I don’t remember anything else until 5am this morning. We awoke to really cold morning, one where you just want to stay under the covers a bit longer. So we did.
Ah, dad, you promised we were going somewhere warmer.
We had our cuppa in bed, then dragged ourselves out of bed, and by 8.15am, we were on our way again.
We seemed to have left the worst of the winter behind. The skies are blue, pasture land has given way to desolate scenery.
Friends, on their return trip from Broome, met us in Meekatharra for a coffee at the coffee van. Jill and John were to fly up to Broome four weeks ago. However a snap lock down prevented them from flying out of Perth airport. So, on the spur of the moment they got in their car and drove instead. Now that’s gutsie….. They didn’t know if they’d find accommodation on route, so they bundled a couple of pillows and blankets into their car, and were prepared to sleep in their little hatchback if necessary. Gotta admire their sense of adventure. I’m pleased to say they did manage to find a bed at every stop on the way.
A great little catch up and were on our way again, arriving at Gascoyne river south at 2.15pm. Mr Tilly still had his winter coat, so with a few hours of light to spare it was time for that to go.
Gascoyne River South Branch is one of our favourite roadside camps. The camp area is spacious, and we usually find a bit of water in the river. The river gums are an artists dream I’m sure. There’s usually a few cows around, so it’s always a pleasure to hear them during the night.
And now the night air is drawing in. Paul has set the fire, time to get it lit I think. There’s a mulled wine nearby with my name on it……
A long driving day today, 729 kms. We left at 6.50am just as the sun was rising. Mist lay low in the fields to our left from Busselton through to Bunbury. To our right the sun was rising, but still low in the sky, flashing through the trees like a strobe light.
We by-passed Perth, missing a turn as we journeyed along. The missed turn didn’t add a lot of kilometres to our trip, getting stuck behind two big loads added a bit of time. We remind ourselves we’re retired, and a bit of delay is of little consequence. Besides, it’s a great experience to watch the co-ordinated effort of police and multiple support vehicles controlling the traffic so as to allow these heavily laden beasts to travel safely at 80kms an hour. We followed behind them for close on an hour before they turned into a roadhouse for fuel.
The fields are full of crops, green wheat beside golden canola – just gorgeous.
Another support vehicle, this time coming towards us, signals for the road train in front of us, and for us to move to the verge and stop. A police vehicle follows to ensure we’ve understood. As the massive loads approach we’re only to happy to oblige. The road train in front of us on the verge was notably large, yet it looks like a matchbox toy compared to these beauties.
We arrived at Kirkalocka at 4pm, found a lovely campsite, and set about lighting a fire. An hour or two of lovely sunshine to wander around and stretch our legs. Then we put a brew (mulled wine) in the billy over the fire and settled in to watch the stars come out. A long but pleasant days travel done.
Tomorrow we will be heading off on our biggest road trip of 2021. My plan for this holiday is to keep a record each and every day of what we’ve seen, what we’ve done, and where we’ve travelled. I realise following along daily may become tedious so please don’t feel any obligation. My main purpose for recording on a day by day basis is to prompt me not to waste days, and prompt me to keep my eyes open to my surroundings. If I know I’m going to have to write something, and show some photos, then I’m going to have do something, and I’m going to have be alert to photo opportunities.
I used to write more frequently than I have been in recent years. Everywhere we travelled was new, so photo opportunities were plentiful, and the recording of our trips with both words and photos seemed to enhance every aspect of our lives. In recent years recording our trips has seemed like playing the same old record over, and over, and over again. My thoughts for this trip is that even though we’re covering old and familiar ground, ground much travelled, there will always be new things to see and new experiences to be had. It’s just up to us to notice them. Every day is different, and every trip will be different in some way to the trip before.
The caravan is now fully packed, the outdoor chairs have been brought inside in case of strong winds. The pot plants have been moved so as the reticulation will water everything should we get a dry spell. Paul has rigged the reticulation up to a Be-hyve controller – brilliant technology. It means he can turn the sprinklers on or off as needed from wherever we are. Honestly, this truly is the best thing since sliced bread.
It’s now 6.30am on the 5th August. We’ve been up for over an hour as we have a long days driving ahead of us today. We’re waiting now for first light to leave (we don’t like driving in country areas with the caravan when we can’t see clearly for kangaroos). Mr Tilly looks at us as if we were bonkers for being out of bed whilst it’s still night time. As you can see from the photo above, he’s not to happy.
And now I’d better get moving again or the Mr will be leaving without me.
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