Amelia Park Lodge

For those of you who have traversed the Busselton/Dunsborough/Margaret River area, you will no doubt be familiar with the heritage listed, farm homestead that used to be one of the family homes of the Bussell family (circa 1851). Located close to the roundabout on Caves Road, almost halfway between Busselton and Dunsborough, the single storey, brick and limestone building with it’s gabled iron roof, encircling verandah and grassy surrounds, is a standout, iconic building in the area.

Heritage listed old Bussell farm homestead.

There’s cosy indoor dining areas, an alfresco area, and a recently added,purpose built outdoor glassed private room.

A cosy inside dining room.

In the 19th century the main building served as the Bussell family home, and the local post office.  Mrs Bussell being a midwife, also used it as a ‘lying in house’ for the local expectant mothers. From there, I found the history became sketchy until late in the 20th century when it became Newtown House Restaurant. Newtown House offered fine dining, and from past experience I can vouch that it was indeed ‘fine dining’.

The restaurant recently changed hands and has been closed for sometime as refurbishment took place. Anxiously, the locals have awaited it’s opening. Approximately a month ago the long awaited, upgraded restaurant opened it’s doors again under the new name of, Amelia Park Lodge.

It was with some trepidation that the girls (and one token guy) from my heart foundation walking group chose to try it out for our monthly lunch-date. I say with trepidation, as a local restaurant reviewer, Rob Broadfield, gave it very mixed reviews recently. Rob had a few good comments to make, but some comments were so scathing that we thought long and hard as to whether or not we were willing to give it a go.

There were quite a few of us so we were seated at two tables in the private, airy, outdoor addition.  Not being part of the original farm building, what it lacked in heritage quaintness it made up for with it’s large windows on all sides. It had an open air feel, but still had the warmth of glass surrounds, had it suddenly turned cool.

Some of the ladies (myself included)
more ladies seated in the light, airy dining room
and our one token gentleman.

Several people chose the lamb shanks, which came on a bed of potato mash with seasonal greens, and served with  glass of Newtown Shiraz ($29). All, without exception, pronounced the dish superb.($29.00)

Three people chose the beetroot risotto, charred greens, macadamia salsa, with aged parmesan. ($26.00). No complaints there either.

I had difficulty choosing, but finally settled on the baby kale caesar with poached chicken, serrano, white anchovies, aged parmesan and crisp brioche. ($20.00). I’ve only once before had the pleasure of eating white anchovies and that was in a little village in Saddleworth, UK. They swayed my choice, and were just as delectable this time as I remember them being. An added surprise with the dish were some soft boiled, quail egg halves. Delightful!

A few other dishes were chosen, including one person who braved the Barramundi, reviewed infamously in Rob’s recent review – the one that caused us so much trepidation about trialling the  restaurant – no complaints this time round.

In fact, not a murmer of complaint from anyone in relation to only of their chosen meals. Plenty of murmers of appreciation though. The desserts, wines, and coffee also superb. But I suppose I’d better be fair and report the negative along with the positive. One person said one of her petite fours was a bit bland, and one lady said her coffee could have been hotter……

They have a breakfast menu, a lunch menu, an afternoon menu (reduced lunch menu), a dinner menu, and they also serve High Tea on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. So, whatever time of day you chose to call by, there will something to tempt your tastebuds. And if you’re in the area, I do recommend you put Amelia Park Lodge on your dining list. We all agreed, it’s definitely on our ‘return to soon’ list. In fact, I think I heard some of the ladies making enquiries for the High Tea, and at only $18 per person, why not. I’m tempted myself.

I wonder did Rob get it wrong, or was it just a day with some problems. Certainly none of us could relate to any of the negatives in his review. But then again, sometimes I’ve chosen  restaurants because of some restauranteur’s brilliant review, only to be extremely disappointed. Perhaps they’re a tad more pedantic than the average person.

So, that’s my findings on Amelia Park Lodge and it’s new fine dining menu – very enjoyable.

If you can provide any updates on the building’s history, please feel free to enlighten myself and any future readers with your comments below. I’d love to know more of it’s history between the running of the farm, the selling of stamps, the birthing of babies, and the late 20th century restaurant of Newtown House.

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Cape to Cape walk

We’re fortunate enough to have the 135 km Cape to Cape walk located only a short drive from home. The spectacular coastal track winds itself along the Leeuwin/Naturaliste ridge, taking in a fascinating geology of cliffs, caves, headlands and rock formations.

Stunning cliffs.

Starting in the north approximately 13kms from Dunsborough at the Cape Naturaliste lighthouse, the track takes between five to eight days to complete. It finishes at the Cape Leeuwin lighthouse. Sections of the track incorporate some soft sandy beach parts, as well as some steeper rocky climbs and descents. Some sections are easier than others, so the degree of difficulty depends on your fitness level.

Rock Cairns
Amazing coastline.

Our friend and neighbour Brian, has been completing the track section by section on day walks when time allows. Yesterday, Paul, along with another friend of Brian’s, Sharon, tackled the 17km section from Moses Rock to Gracetown.

Towering rocks.

Kay took them to their starting point, leaving home at around 6.30am. I stayed tucked up snugly in bed….. They expected to complete the walk around 11. Kay picked me up around 10.30am with the plan to meet them at the conclusion at the Gracetown general store. However, we had just left when Kay received a call from Brian advising they would take an hour longer than anticipated, a good excuse for Kay and I to enjoy a coffee at Cape Lavender tea rooms.

We arrived to pick them up in good time, passing them with only about 50 metres to go. They were ecstatic, in awe of the scenery they had encountered, and showed no visible signs of exhaustion. Apparently, they followed the coast virtually the whole way. The swells were enormous, Brian reported the biggest he’d seen. Surfers where clearly taking advantage of the the giant waves and whenever they passed good breaks, they were entertained by young (and some not so young) men and women taking their lives in their hands doing what surfers do. Some were apparently doing their best to paddle out to meet the gigantic swells, while others made use of jet skis to tow them out to the swells, and then to pick them up when they either finished their ride, or came to grief, getting pummelled by the following waves. Certainly not for the faint hearted!

Sitting outside the Gracetown general store whilst the walkers relaxed with a well deserved coffee, Kay and I had a chance to also be entertained by the dozens of surfers opposite taking advantage of the spectacular surf conditions. Not so long ago I would have been joining them on the walk. Perhaps one day I will again, but I won’t risk inflaming an old ankle injury until after I’ve done the Gibb River. I was content enjoy the view at the end.

Enjoying a well deserved coffee
Surfers entertaining us.
Sun sparkling like diamonds on the water.

And today – Paul reports slightly sore muscles but nothing that would prevent him tackling the next section. He loved it. Living close enough to be able to complete such an amazing walk a day at a time – what a pleasure!

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Will’s Domain

Someone Paul used to work gives Will’s Domain winery and restaurant a good rap. With a day to spare on Thursday we decided to give it a try.

Our favourite winery restaurant, and yardstick by which to measure others by in the region to date is Aravina. We only compare like with like and as Aravina is on the pricey side, and  so is Will’s Domain, Aravina will be our yardstick for comparison. Here’s what we thought.

Firstly, the seats – Will’s Domain had very comfortable dining seats, with low curved backs that hug the lumber area. As I remember it Aravina had high backed, straight cane seats, which I find particularly uncomfortable.

Sitting comfortably
Sitting comfortably

Next, the view -both had stunning views, but perhaps Will’s Domain was more expansive definitely giving it the edge.

Healthy, well looked after vines to look at.
Healthy, well looked after vines to look at.

Being happy with the seats and the view, the meal also had to live up to Aravina’s high standards in order to knock it off the perch as our number 1.

So, how did it compare.

It was a warm, humid day so Paul chose a pre-dinner drink of a locally brewed Eagles Bay ale. I chose the Wills Domain Rose. Both refreshing choices that didn’t disappoint. I continued with a second of the same with my main, but Paul being the skipper made do with water after he’d finished his ale.

We started with a shared charcuterie Board. No complaints from either of us. In fact, I’m not usually a fan of black pudding, but the small pieces of warmed black pudding were enough to change my mind – delightful!

Charcuterie Board, already partially eaten before I remembered my camera.
Charcuterie Board, already partially eaten before I remembered my camera.

To follow, Paul ordered Duck with peaches. I ordered Wagyu beef with beets. The waitress suggested that a side order would also be needed. I think there were only three to choose from, none of which appealed particularly to me. Paul however opted for the potato chunks crisped in pork fat.

Paul's duck breast, cooked perfectly.
Paul’s duck breast, cooked perfectly.

The mains arrived with the side of potatoes. And yes, we did need a side dish. Not for the quantity, the meals were of adequate size for us. The meal wasn’t complete in it’s own right, which was a bit of a shame. I prefer the starring dish, usually a protein of choice to be supported by some carbs, a coloured vegetable, and some greens. It doesn’t have to be more than a few spears of asparagus, or a broccoli floweret, but I prefer there to be something that to justifies the dish being called a ‘main’. The lack of a green on my plate was a bit of a let down. With the other two side dishes on offer on the menu being ones that didn’t appeal, my main, no matter how nice it was, didn’t provide an equal to the meals I’ve had at Aravina.

Some greens would have made all the difference to my Wagyu beef.
Some greens would have made all the difference to my Wagyu beef.

Saying that though, Paul, not usually a fan of duck, did enjoy his main. My Wagyu beef was delicious, and the pickled beet strips accompanying the beef provided a tasty,  fresh crunch. The small roasted beets on the side, however, were a touch gritty. The crispy pork roasted potatoes, although not the green vegetable I would have liked, were  to die for!

The mains out of the way, delicious, but lacking just that little bit of extra on the plate, it was time to move onto  dessert. There were four to choose from. We narrowed down our selection to three, and then asked the waitress’ advice on which one would be the best as a shared desert. We went with her recommendation of the goats yogurt with raspberry granita, and liquorice wafers.

Between our mains and the arrival of our dessert we received a complimentary palate cleanser –  goats yogurt with raspberry granita. We hadn’t realised how similar it was until shortly after our dessert arrived – a bigger portion of the same. Goats yogurt and raspberry granita, only with the addition of three fresh raspberries and some liquorice wafer. a palate cleanser completely different from the ordered dessert would have been better. Never mind, the dessert was delicious.

Complimentary palate cleanser - goats yogurt with raspberry granita.
Complimentary palate cleanser – goats yogurt with raspberry granita.
And dessert, a larger serving of the palate cleanser only with three fresh raspberries and some liquorice wafer.
And dessert, a larger serving of the palate cleanser only with three fresh raspberries and some liquorice wafer.

Next a visit to the ladies before we finished. Sadly the cleaner had really let the establishment down. The hand basin in the ladies was one long marble basin with a slit at the base of a downward slope for the water to run through. A taller person most likely wouldn’t have seen the marble rear wall behind the slit, but I’m short, and I looked full on to the rear marble. What would have been visible to most people looked sparkling clean, but what I saw looked rather neglected and in need of a good scrub.

The ambience, the seating and the view were tops. The service also was what one would expect from one of the top end wineries. The wines (sampled prior to dinner) were good. The menu was a good size, not to large so as to be overwhelming, but enough options to please. The starter was superb. The mains however, lacked just that little bit extra on the plate – something I’m just a bit pedantic about. The dessert, although delicious was slightly let down by already being sampled by way of the palate cleanser. The hand basin in the women’s WC was questionable.

My first impression of Wills Domain was that it was going to give Aravina a run for it’s money – but by the end of our visit, Aravina still holds it’s top position. Well in my opinion anyway.  Saying that though, we did enjoy a top notch meal,  and a great day out. What a joy it is to have such an abundance of world class restaurants and wineries virtually on our doorstep. What a pleasure.

Old Friends

We’ve just spent a delightful three days enjoying a visit from two of our Perth friends, Di and Bob. We’ve been friends with Di and Bob for more years than I can count, so when I say ‘old friends’, I’m referring to the length of time we’ve been friends rather than their (or our) ages. We’re not quite ‘old’ in years yet, getting close for sure, but still not quite there – and I’m sure Di and Bob will give anyone a swift clip around the ears who says otherwise.

We’ve had a wonderful time, eating too much, drinking too much, laughing a lot, and having a good old catch up. We all had a go at fishing the first night. Not a lot happening, although between us we managed four little herring which provided a little pre-barbecue taste. Di was the fisher person of the hour, catching two of the herring, plus an undersized flounder that went back to live another day.

The day after they arrived, Di and I headed out to a high tea at The Deck. The Deck is a restaurant, bar and function centre built overlooking the canals in the suburb of Geographe, (at the Eastern end of Busselton). The high tea was a little different to any i’ve been to before. The food was served buffet style rather than on tiered plates sitting on individual tables. I’m not much of a fan of buffets, so had I known in advance I may have opted out. However, the other difference was that this high tea had surprise entertainment. Two of Perth’s Drag Queens put on a bit of a show.

Check out Katya's amazing blue eyes.
Check out Katya’s amazing blue eyes.

So, had I opted out, I wouldn’t  have had the chance to meet, and chat with these charming two ladies – stage names, Scarlett and Katya. I can’t remember Scarlett’s stage sir name, but Katya’s is a wonderful play on words, Kokov. You have to say that fast, Katya Kokov. I think Katya was a little tentative about telling us her full stage name, but when we roared with laughter, I think she relaxed a little, and spent a considerable amount of time chatting with us. As always, I tend to be forthright with questions, so I hope I didn’t overstep any mark and offend. The main question I should have asked, and didn’t, is how on earth can they dance around so energetically, getting hot and sweaty, yet their make-up stays perfectly in place. I only have to get slightly warm to have any make-up I’m wearing looking absolutely awful.

Apparently, they do shows at a couple of the Gay Nightclubs in Perth, where I’m sure the speaker and sound systems do a lot more justice to their act than our little venue did. They were mesmerising to watch, as is the case with most Drag Queen acts I’m sure, not that I’ve seen that many to judge. They performed a few song and dance routines, miming in what looked like perfect time to the recorded songs. Under stage lights, in a darkened night venue with powerful speakers surrounding them and belting out the music, I’m sure, that although the acts would still be clearly mimed, it would have had a better blend of artist to music. Never-the-less we did enjoy their little numbers, and even more, enjoyed chatting with them. They are both beautiful and charming young ladies in their stage personas, and I’m sure are equally as lovely and charming young men when not performing.

Whilst we were enjoying our high tea, Bob and Paul had some quality male bonding time on the Par 3 golf course, followed by a cycle up to our little local for a refreshing drink or two.

Yesterday, their last day here, we went to Aravina Winery for lunch. We had almost finished our meals when the approach of three helicopters, although destroying the peaceful ambience, added a certain amount of intrigue and excitement for all the diners, including ourselves. We had thought perhaps our homeward bound transport had arrived – but alas it was only some of Perth’s socialites arriving down from Perth for a birthday celebratory lunch. How the other half lives eh!! But no complaints from me on that score. We may not be wealthy enough to have helicopters as our means of transport, but we still have the good taste, and the funds to appreciate at least one of the finer things in life that they enjoy – a very enjoyable lunch at Aravina.

Thought our ride may have arrived....
Thought our ride may have arrived….

Di and Bob left this morning. I hope they enjoyed our company as much as we enjoyed theirs. It was a lovely few days.  Two of our other friends, Robyn and Keith arrive in Busselton tomorrow. Although Robyn and Keith aren’t staying with us, I’m sure we’ll be catching up several times whilst they’re camping near by. February is shaping up to be a busy month and a month where we’re going to be enjoying the company of both newly found friends, and old friends. What a pleasure

2017 Busselton Jetty Swim

On Sunday 12 February 2017, Busselton hosted it’s 22nd Busselton Jetty Swim. I believe the Busselton Jetty swim is the 2nd biggest open water event in the state, with the Cottesloe to Rottnest swim being the largest.

The Busselton event attracts in excess of 2000 entrants with only approximately 20% of participants being local. A further 5000+ supporters and spectators line the shore and Jetty to offer their support, and to marvel at the tenacity and athletic skills of the competitors. It’s an epic event, and hats off to all the organisers. With so many additional visitors to the area, I’m sure many Busselton businesses benefit immensely from the additional revenue raised.

Paul and I arrived after the swimmers had taken to the water this year, so we missed the excitement as they made their big, joint splash at the starting line. Our friends and neighbours, Kaye and Brian told us the beginning is a real sight to behold. This year Kaye’s brother, Peter was one of the entrants.

Kaye proudly supporting her brother, Peter. Well done, Peter.
Kaye proudly supporting her brother, Peter. Well done, Peter.
Windblown
Windblown

Like most of the participants this year, Peter’s goal was just to complete the race. The weather was windy and the water choppy, apparently the worst conditions ever experienced for the swim to date. The participants had to swim wide of the jetty to avoid being blown into it, no doubt adding distance to the normal 3.6kms. The chop on the water was such that it was difficult for swimmers to breath without taking in seawater. The conditions were awful. Certainly not conducive to any personal bests, or record breaking speeds.

The event was supported by volunteers from St Johns Ambulance Association, Busselton Marine Rescue, and Busselton Life Saving Association. All were kept busy. There were a number of inflatable rescue boats, and jet skis ferrying swimmers to the shore when the conditions become to tough. I saw one swimmer wrapped in a silver thermal blanket, and I’m sure there would have been many more. Our water safety in Australia is constantly dependant on the many volunteers who donate their time and skills. There are so many of them. They are a wonderful group of people, and have my utmost respect.

The first Swimmer over the finishing line was Tim Hewitt, with a time of 44.56.13, approximately 2 1/2 minutes longer than last years winning time – no surprises there.

The first to finish.
The first to finish.

As the rest of the swimmers reached the shore it was clear how absolutely dreadful the conditions had been. Smiling faces were rare, and it was clear every step being taken along the sand towards the official finishing line was being taken with considerable mental effort. Some of the comments to be heard were:

“That was awful.”
“That was shit.”
“Last years swim was a doddle compared to this years”.

Walking to the finishing line  clearly took a lot of effort.
Walking to the finishing line clearly took a lot of effort.

Some of the faces were green when they reached the shore, and I believe many were horribly sick, both during the race, and at it’s completion.

I haven’t managed to track down the exact number of participants this year, nor how many actually completed the race. Accolades though to all who entered the water on such a dismal day. For those who pulled out without completing the event, congratulations on even beginning the race. You were very brave. There’s certainly no shame to be felt at withdrawing, or being rescued. For those who completed the event, I’m in awe. It was clear from all the faces as the swimmers made their way to the finishing line, there was no immediate feelings of Joy. I hope that as the pain faded, the realisation of what you accomplished kicked in. And with that realisation I hope you felt euphoria. You all deserved euphoria.

A new fishing trolley

Finally Paul and I have taken some time to throw a line in. The first time, two days ago, was on our own beach – no luck. The second time was at a small jetty nearby at the local boat launching ramp. A bit of mixed luck here, we caught a few tiddlers, enough to cause a small adrenalin rush as we wound the hooked fish in, but none big enough to keep. Back they went to live another day. Plenty of bites with our bait easily taken too many times. So, not lucky for us, but the lucky fish had a great feed at our expense.

Late yesterday we drove the seven kilometres into town to walked the length of Busselton’s iconic jetty. We tend to stick mainly to our end of Geographe bay leaving the town area near the jetty for the tourists. However, as the jetty is a huge draw for fisher people, we decided to check it out for a place to drop a line from, some time in the future.

Looking 1.8 kms back to shore .
Looking 1.8 kms back to shore .

The heritage listed jetty is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Western Australia. Construction of the original structure began in 1865, with extensions taking place over the following 90 years to eventually create a jetty 1.8kms in length. However the port officially closed in 1973 and along with the port closing, so did the jetty.

The jetty, already in a state of disrepair was further decimated when Cyclone Alby tore through the South West in April of 1978.

Between 1987 and 2003 a community organisation, the Busselton Jetty Environment and Conservation Association banded together and raised sufficient funds to replace 50% of the jetty structure, establish a train service along it’s length, and construct the iconic underwater observatory. By 2011 with additional funding contributed by the WA State government, a $27 million refurbishment was completed.

Today, the Busselton Jetty at 1.8 kilometres long stands as a monument to the spirit and dedication of the Busselton Community. Its the longest wooden piled jetty in the southern hemisphere with a small train running throughout the day to transport tourist and locals alike, backwards and forward along it’s length. 1.7kms from the start is the most wonderful underwater observatory constructed 8 metres below the waters service. From the observatory visitors are lucky enough to view what’s described as Australia’s greatest artificial reef supporting more than 300 marine species. I have been down into the Observatory a few years now since, and it’s on my list for a repeat visit soon, so watch this space for photos….

But I digress, back to the fishing story. As we wandered the length of the jetty, fisher people were finding their spot from which to throw a line as the daylight faded. We walked for much of the way with a local fisherman, Bill. We were very envious, and complimentary of his home made fishing trolley built on the frame of a three wheeled child’s pushchair, the type used by joggers. I could see Paul going into mental overdrive taking in the details so as he could source a used similar pushchair to convert for himself. Then as luck would have it, Bill said he had a second such trolley at home, already converted, but with flat tyres. We could have it for $20, the cost of the wood he used for the conversion.

Proud owner of a super, duper fishing trolley.
Proud owner of a super, duper fishing trolley.

So, today Paul went and picked it up. It gets heavy lugging all the gear to the beach, and not only that, there’s always something forgotten. With the trolley having a space for everything, a lot of fishing gear will remain stored there, minimising the chance of something being forgotten. The tyres have been pumped up, and look to be just fine. What a find. Meeting Bill, who will be 80 tomorrow, what a pleasure!

Colonial Brewing Company

In recent years boutique breweries have made their mark in the Margaret River wine region, providing yet another diverse attraction for this wonderful area. There’s plenty to choose from, and like the wineries, most also have reasonable lunch menus to entice and satisfy their patrons.

Paul’s ‘at home’ beer of choice lately is the locally brewed, Colonial Brewery’s, Small Ale. With an alcohol content of 3.5 he finds he can have a two or three with little effect, and he enjoys the taste.

Last week we decided to take a trip to said brewery to see what other tipples they have available on tap. It’s a rustic sort of establishment, with both alfresco and inside dining. I tried their apple cider, very refreshing, while himself partook of their IPA (6.5%), which he proclaimed to be full of flavour and, “pretty, damned good”.

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Tastefully rustic
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Loved the professionally done graffiti on the toilet doors.
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More words of wisdom.

For those unsure of which ale to buy, a sample board with all five tap beers can be purchased.

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Sampler trays for those spoilt for choice.

We ordered our salads for lunch, me a frekkah, feta and beetroot salad, and Paul a classic Caesar. Then out to the alfesco area to sip our ales overlooking a tranquil lake while we awaited our meals.

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Happy in the shade sipping his IPA

All of the wineries and breweries have their eateries overlooking water of some sort – it seems to go with the territory. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a lake, or an ocean, it sure beats eating inside a stuffy restaurant in suburbia.

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An unusual garden seat.

My salad was good, and reminded me of the first time I ever heard of, and tried Frekkah, which was at Maggie Beer’s farm shop in the Barrossa Valley in South Australia. For those of you who don’t know what Frekkah is, it’s green cracked wheat – very nutty and tasty. Paul said his salad was lacking and he’d had better Caesar’s. Didn’t matter though, what mattered was just getting out and having a look.

We finished off the day with a wander up the main street of Margaret River, and an Ice Cream cone at the Ice Cream shop. Daily living in an area that overseas tourists find awe inspiring, and Perth people only get to enjoy now and again for a week or two at a time. An area with so much to offer. Living here – what a pleasure!

Australia Day, family beach day

Australia day. A day for families. We wandered down the shoreline today observing the crowds. What stood out most was the laughter. No tears, no yelling, and no drunken idiots. Just families and groups of people gathered together under their sun shelters with their picnics, their games, their toys and their boats. People enjoying the sun, and the sea and the beach. I love Australia day.

Colourful sun shelters dot the shoreline.
Colourful sun shelters dot the shoreline.
And more in the other direction.
And more in the other direction.
Canoes at the ready.
Canoes at the ready.
Boats anchored while it's owners enjoy a picnic on the shore.
Boats anchored while their owners enjoy picnics on the shore.
Beach cricket.
Beach cricket.
More people having fun in the sun.
And around the groin more people having fun in the sun.
Crowds, but still space to spare.
Crowds, but still space to spare.

Our beach is normally almost deserted, but on Australia Day it comes alive with people. I don’t mind them sharing our little piece of paradise when they’re having so much fun. Come Monday, they’ll have all returned to their homes and their jobs and their schools in Perth – and we will have our beach back to ourselves again. A joy to see them here, but an even greater joy when they’re gone and we have the beach back to ourselves once again. They only get to have an occasional day in paradise. We have it all summer long – what a pleasure!

Chrstmas Day on Meelup Beach

Whilst people in the far Northern Hemisphere dream of a white Christmas with lots of snow, here in Australia we hope for a different white to enhance our Christmas days.

White caps - The Australia White Christmas dream.
White caps – The Australia White Christmas dream.
Birds doing their bit to provide a snow capped rock look alike.
Birds doing their bit to provide a snow capped rock look alike.

We had beautiful weather this year for the big day. So, Paul and I headed around to the bays north west of Dunsborough, starting at beautiful Meelup Beach. Meelup is a beautiful family beach, that usually has moderately good surf. Just up from the sandy shore there’s picnic tables and free gas barbecues under the shade of dozens of beautiful peppermint trees. We expected a few people to be there, but we hadn’t expected there would be many.

Were we surprised when we managed to find the last available car park at only 10.30am. We had misjudged the pull of the beach on a sunny Christmas day in the south west.

Families set up for the day dotting the shoreline.
Families set up for the day dotting the shoreline.
Paul putting on sun screen under our own beach shelter.
Paul putting on sun screen under our own beach shelter.

Children were trying out their new boogie boards.

Trying out the Christmas Pressies.
Trying out the Christmas Pressies.
And bigger boards for the bigger folk to try out.
And bigger boards for the bigger folk to try out.

And Surf Life saving were taking no chances on someone coming to grief on a Christmas Day. They were there in force, all donating their time to keep us safe.

Life Savers limbering up as they keep watch from up high amongst the peppermint trees.
Life Savers limbering up as they keep watch from up high amongst the peppermint trees.
Surf Life Saving Jet Ski ready for a speedy recovery should anyone get caught in a rip.
Surf Life Saving Jet Ski ready for a speedy recovery should anyone get caught in a rip.
Helicopter on shark watch.
Helicopter on shark watch.

After leaving Meelup we headed around to see some of the other beaches. All seemed to be well occupied, with an equally good Surf Life Saving Presence.

Beach goers at Bunker Bay being equally well looked after.
Beach goers at Bunker Bay being equally well looked after.

Mental note to myself – next time I see Surf Life Saving shaking a tin I must remember all the equipment in evidence this wonderful Christmas Day and donate accordingly.

I love watching families at the beach. All having fun, laughing, and just ‘doing stuff’ together. And the young lovers, holding hands and enjoying each other’s company. And the oldies (like us) people watching as we enjoy our own sedate beach activities. People, walking, swimming, surfing, eating, sun baking and just enjoying the great outdoors in perfect weather, on perfect beaches, on a perfect day. What a pleasure!