Australian Walkabout

7^th January 2024 to 26^th

It was worlds apart from Banksia TP as we found ourselves nestled deep in a forest filled with Karri and Jarrah trees.

And of course, where there are trees…there are birds.

It didn’t feel that hot, but it must have been. You may have noticed a lot of the birds above had their beaks open, in an attempt to cool off, I guess. We put water out for them, but they weren’t interested in it. Maybe they knew what was coming.

We stayed for ten nights, just chilling and enjoying the woodland vibe, though we did have a mach run back to Perth for my doctor’s appointment, (everything was great 😊) and that was our very last visit to Perth. We also had lunch at the Dwellingup pub, (not sure I’d recommend it) but we had a lovely time with Peter’s cousin, her hubby and their son.

We tried to book a train trip from Dwellingup, there are four available but at different times of the year. When we were there there was only one, at 2pm on a Wednesday, and by the time we checked it out, we’d be gone.

We did however, have a lovely day exploring the Lane Poole area. We had hoped to be able to drop the kayaks in, but the area is aptly named, Lane Poole. The river system has been blocked into a series of pool’s, making for a very short round kayak trip. There are longer stretches of water, but no easy way down. After exploring this very picturesque area, jumped into the main swimming hole to cool off. We didn’t get any photos of the swimming hole (didn’t want to get my camera wet…😜) but that’s the image you see in all the tourist media advertising Lane Poole.

From there we continued south, heading towards Albany, (we had the car booked in to have the windscreen replaced – finally) when I saw a sign for Lake Towerinning. I suggested we go there, and Peter agreed. (Smart boy).

We were only going to overnight, but we ended up staying for three nights. I am sure you can see why. A beautiful lake to kayak around.

It really was a lovely lake to kayak on, though when the wind picked up it was a bit hard going.

Peter circumnavigated the lake several times during our stay. I never got past Bird Cove. That’s what I called it anyway. About two kilometres up the lake was a left hand turn, into Bird Cove.

I’m sure you can see why I hung around there. There were hundreds of wading birds, ducks and swans, including my favourites, the Spoonbill, and I spent many a happy hour just drifting around with them.

There was also a lot of bird activity around the waters edge near our camp.

There was also a pair of Restless Fly-Catchers. Now these aren’t the best images I’ve ever taken, but they show what these little birds are capable of doing in the air.

I particularly enjoyed watching this family of Dusky Wood Swallows, as they went about their business of feeding their two chubby chicks.

And finally, the colourful ones. There were a lot of Australian Ring necks, and Western Rosellas in the area, and they made good use of the water.

It does feel good to be out on the road again, I will try to keep up to date with the blog posts, but…poor internet tends to slow me down a little. Still, I’ll get there in the end.

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!

22^nd December 2023 to 7^th January 2024

The cabin we stayed in was rustic and very quaint and had everything we could need. We parked Chunky Bum outside and were able to keep her plugged in. It was very quiet, even when the other cabins were occupied, you’d still think you were alone in the forest.

The property itself was well laid out, with good level walkways clearly marked, which led to all the animal enclosures. There were Alpacas, sheep ducks, pigs, chooks, peacocks, all in a lovely setting.

And of course there were mum’s favourites – the horses!

Mum spent a lot of time with the horses, feeding them carrots, and the occasional sugar cube, and she had the pigs running towards her, whenever they saw her coming.

She wasn’t the only one who had fun with the animals as there were plenty of birds and some sort of burrowing bee or wasp. Whichever he is, if you’re a spider, he’s not to be tangled with!

There were a couple of small towns close by, Manjimup being the closest, then Pemberton. These were good for a bit of sightseeing and shopping. For full days out, we visited Margaret River, Augusta, Bunbury, and a bit more bush walking.

Close by was the Diamond Tree Lookout. We expected to walk up to the top of a lookout and look over the Diamond Tree Forest. But the lookout was actually a ginormous tree with stakes embedded up its trunk like circular stairs. The idea was, you climbed up the Diamond Tree and if you dared to open your eyes, you could then look out!

It was actually used as a bushfire lookout, there are several around the south-west. They had the tree fenced off, closed for safety reasons…go figure. So instead we did a bit of bush walking.

Then we did some literal tree top walking in the aptly named, Valley of the Giants. I say aptly because these karri trees grow up to 80 metres tall! This is a must if you’re ever in the area. It is such an accessible walk among the canopy, wheel chair accessible even, that gives an opportunity for all ages and abilities to walk amongst the tree tops. At its highest point, some 40 meters, you get an amazing view of the canopy and the ground below. To add a bit of excitement to the walk, the walkways sway slightly as you walk along them, and it feels as though you too are swaying with the tree tops.

After that we took a leisurely stroll around the forest floor enjoying the sights and smells of the ancient trees towering above us.

We enjoyed a very relaxed Christmas Day, (Santa was very good to all of us) and a typically lazy boxing day.

Last year, mum was with us in Adelaide, we celebrated New Years Eve, with a nice lunch out, rather than a late night dinner. We enjoyed it so much we did the same this year, booking in at the Hidden River Winery’s restaurant. Another good choice. Mind you we still managed to stay up to see the new year in, thanks to many drinks and an increasingly boisterous game of Monopoly.

We arrived back in Perth mid-afternoon and went into the office to check in at Banksia Tourist Park and the conversation went a bit like this:

“Hi, I’ve got a booking for Pick, should be a powered site and a cabin.”

“Yep, I’ve got you booked in from the 5^th.”

I smiled and said, “yes, well…today’s the 5^th.”

“No, today’s the 4^th.”

I replied, “But, today’s Friday.”

“No, today’s Thursday.”

I quickly took out my phone and checked the date, smiled sweetly, and said, “I’m an idiot.”

To which she replied, “You’re an idiot.”

At least she agreed with me on that.

Long story short, there was space for us all, so it wasn’t a problem, though I think we we’re all a bit sad that we’d missed out on our last day at the farm.

So, as it turned out we had three more days to fill in the Perth area before mum was due to fly out. We did a bit more shopping, saw “Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom” a fun movie and had a few nice meals. We also caught up with some friends whom we met on Kangaroo Island. We’ve kept in touch and they’d booked in at the same park as us, in the exact site that we were in last time, so we had a BBQ, together and a few drinkies before they continued on their journey on the morning of the 7^th. The same day that we farewelled mum. And just like that, we were alone again.

Peter and I thoroughly enjoyed mum’s visit and we made some wonderful memories. Again, thank you mum, for travelling all this way to spend time with us, we’ve loved every second of it. Even when you beat us at canasta. 😉

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!

14^th December to 22^nd December

Don’t worry mum…we’ll be there to pick you up. 😊

And we were, at 10:40pm on the 15^th December.  I had booked seven days at the Banksia Tourist Park in Hazelmere, a powered site or us and a cabin for mum. Being eleven minutes from the airport and under thirty minutes to Perth, this was a great base. We spent the first day just relaxing and chewing the fat. We also had the opportunity to meet the neighbours.

We spent a lovely couple of hours on the Swan River on a twilight cruise operated by the Little Ferry Co. It’s an Edwardian styled, electric ferry with a capacity of 11 passengers, and is a great opportunity for small groups to enjoy a private cruise. There was myself, Peter, mum, an old friend of mine (I can call her old as she is only 7 days younger than me, and…I have known her for over 30 years) one of her good friends (Ann) and Ann’s mum, (Rose). With our captain, JP at the helm, we left from Elizabeth Quay, headed up the Swan River and had a great time.

After a relaxing start to the holiday…we got into it. We spent a day wandering around the city, exploring the shops and doing some last-minute Christmas shopping.

The following day we rode the Hop On, Hop Off double decker bus. This took us all around the inner city suburbs, including Kings Park, the Optus Stadium, over the Swan River and the Botanical Gardens. This was a great way to see the area. The round trip was two hours, so it was quite extensive, and as the name infers you can hop off wherever you want, then hop back on the next bus; they run every hour.

Then another day of shopping. We visited one of the biggest Westfield shopping centers in the area and braved the Christmas chaos. By then we were shopped out and were in need of a day off. (Being a tourist is hard work). 😎 Besides, we needed to be refreshed before our big day out to Rottnest Island.

You may or may not know much about Quokkas. They are Rottnest’s very own icon and I think Australia’s most photographed marsupial. The Quokkas even have their own website where people can post selfies with them. Here are ours.

The Quokkas are mostly nocturnal, so it is best to see them early morning/evening, that’s why we were on the 07:30 ferry. Saying that, it seems some little Quokkas have evolved to take advantage of us tourists. Hang on to your tucker guys!  😉

Quokkas are of course, wild animals. As such the usual rules apply. Don’t touch them, don’t feed them, don’t get too close to them. What became obviously clear to us, was that those rules do not apply to the Quokkas, (nor to mum for that matter). Those little buggers (the Quokkas, not mum) can do whatever they want, including stealing, yes stealing, my breakfast.

Now I want to make it clear that I did not feed him, it’s hard to tell from the photos, but I really was trying to get it back off him. We were just sitting at the table when this little cutie jumped up between me and mum. We thought, Oh, how lovely. Next thing I knew he grabbed my cheese and bacon scroll and tried to take off with it. He fought long and hard for this treat, and in the end he did manage to tear some off.

To add insult to injury, when he had finished his breakfast, he deliberately knocked my coffee cup over with his little furry butt, and drank what had spilled out! Once he was finished, he just turned tail and left us.

So, it seems the rules don’t apply to the Quokkas. They can take food. Get really close to us, and, shock horror…touch us.  Seriously though, he was super cute, and we all loved our little encounter with Ned.

After our Quokka experience, it was time to explore the rest of the island.

And that brings us pretty much to the end of the first week. We had a lay day after Rottnest, this allowed us to rest, re-organise, do the washing and get ready for the drive down to the Margaret River Region, where we’d be spending the next fourteen days.

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!

20^th November 14^th December

Not being the kind of people who miss an opportunity, we made the best of our stay at Glenbrook Campground, our hostess was wonderful and had no problem extending our stay again, and again…Well, you know what happened, and we used our time well, exploring the area.

Mostly for those of you overseas, I’ve supplied three maps. All of the same area but on different scales. As you can see, we’ve still got a lot of ground to cover. 😊

Glenwood is fifty acres of serenity with walkways through the Kari Forest. Just make sure to take a map with you or you will get turned around. I went for a ten minute walk and got home an hour and a half later. 😉 As well as providing campsites and cabins, Glenwood is also a haven for a few hundred kangaroos, some horses, a really cute carrot munching donkey and two pairs of Rainbow Bee Eaters. One of my favs. So, lets go straight to them.

Our hostess showed me where the Rainbow Bee Eaters had dug their burrow, how lucky was that? I didn’t even know they burrowed, did you? So with my chair, hat, a cooler of wine, and my camera kit under my arm I staked my claim near the burrow. It paid off. This first set shows them flying to the burrow with food for their young.

I’ve learned that Rainbow Bee Eaters will dig, and share their burrow with other couples. They share the brooding, incubating and feeding duties. This burrow was home to two pairs, and they were working hard feeding their young. In between feeding, they sit on exposed branches, or cables, and keep an eye out for the next meal.

There were a lot of does with joeys, though to call them Joey’s was a bit of a stretch. It was clear that some of them should have left home already. You have to feel sorry for mum, now these are stretch marks.

Some are just too darn cute.

There were also lots of bunnies and some weird looking guinea fowl. Apparently, there was a bad grasshopper plague in the area some twenty years ago and the Guinea fowl were brought in to help solve the problem. From what our host said, they did a great job and have stayed on for minimal wages to keep an eye on things.

We had a few lovely days down at Chapman pool on the Blackhawk River. That was a beautiful spot for picnicking and for the kayaks. When you get into the water, if you turn and paddle to the right, you can explore the narrow river channel and dodge fallen tree trunks. Turn to the left and you will soon find yourself at a T-intersection, turn left or right and you will find yourself in a wide-open river system. Wonderful!

We also did several day trips including Margaret River, Augusta, Leeuwin Naturaliste, Busselton and most, but not all, of the areas we had originally planned to visit. The south west corner is quite picturesque and it’s easy to see why it’s such a popular holiday destination.

Apart from the the high levels of stress re the brakes (they are still working fine by the way, as is the brake controller), we loved our stay at Glenwood, it is a lovely part of WA and given the time we would happily go back there. But now…we’re off to Perth to meet mum at the airport.

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!

20th November 14th December

Readers beware.  Apart from a few photos of Ospreys, (must see so scroll down,) this is mostly a technical post, so lots of reading.

We ended up spending eight days back at the Fremantle village, and for a change everything went to plan. The car went in on Monday to get the front passenger side mud guard Replaced. Tom the mobile caravan repair guy (Tom isn’t his real name, it means The Original Mechanic) came out on the Tuesday to replace our bent axles. We had new tires fitted on the van on the Wednesday, and we picked up the car late Friday afternoon, just in time for Peter to take me out for my birthday dinner. Our wallet is a little lighter after all that, but we are pleased to have finally gotten everything fixed and we were on the road to explore the South West Coastline by the 27th November.

We were only twenty minutes from the caravan park when the brakes began to make an unpleasant sound. Peter hit the hazards, pulled over and called Tom who told us this was normal, the brakes were just settling in. So, we continued on our not so merry way.  Fifteen minutes after that, we pulled over again and Peter went around touching the hubs, which were hot, and the brake drums, which were very hot. We continued carefully to an overnight rest area at Blythewood, some 85 kms from Fremantle and decided to stay there that night. By this stage the brakes were squealing, and far too hot to touch.  We recorded the sound, called Tom back and again he said: “That’s normal!”

Well clearly it wasn’t, but we were halfway between Fremantle and our destination, so we decided to continue on the following day. We drove very carefully, cringing every time the brakes were engaged, pulling over frequently to cool them. It was a very stressful 73 km from Blythewood to Australind. When we pulled into the caravan park there we were greeted by a fellow traveler with,

“You got problems with your brakes there mate”.

Tell us something we don’t know. In fact, the brakes were actually working, but it sounded like metal on metal – not good, and when we stopped, we could clearly see the brake hubs had been hot enough to burn off the paint.

Anyway, a quick diversion from the brakes. We stayed at Australind for three nights. It was quite nice, not a holiday destination, mind you. The park was right on the main road, but across the road was the waterway, the facilities were dated, but clean and we don’t use them anyway. Despite the many bad reviews on Wiki Camps, it was as good a place as any to hole up.

We were able to get the kayaks wet while we were there. Just a couple of minutes from the caravan park was the Collie River. We met a lovely couple on the river who drew our attention to an Osprey nest. Apparently, the nest has been there for many years and, presumably, used by the same family each year.

I hadn’t taken my good camera with me, and the Osprey nest was too far away or me to get any decent shots, but Peter being who he is, decided I needed to get close. So, after our time on the water, we packed up and he told me he would find the location of the nest for me. I am so pleased to say he succeeded.

The mother was so protective of her young, and dad sat proudly high above them; It was lovely to see. Made my day.

Back to the brakes. As you can imagine, we were really concerned by this time, and when we sent Tom images of the discolouration, he finally accepted we had a problem and was quick to tell us that it was the Brake controller, (BC). The BC is a little knob that sits in the cab of the car and is used to adjust the strength of the brakes.  It was Tom’s contention that the brake controller was not releasing, therefore the brakes were continually on, hence the overheating. We didn’t think it was, but whatever the issue was, we had to move on.

I won’t bore you with all the details, oh – what the heck, I will. I’ve learned a lot about brakes over the last few weeks so let me impart my knowledge.  I’ll try to keep it brief. Tom, who as chance would have it was in Albany south of us, agreed to come and look at the brakes on his way home, with the proviso that if it was the brake controller, as he had been saying, and not his workmanship, we would fit the bill. Fare enough. Peter did not believe it was the BC, nor did a couple of our neighbours, who had far more knowledge about this stuff that we did. Still, to cover our butts, we found an independent auto electrician who came out to us. He checked the BC and it was working fine. He also told us we were lucky that the brakes didn’t burst into flames considering the heat emanating from them. He also told us in no uncertain terms not to tow the van anywhere until the brakes had been fixed.

Tom arrived a few days later, (yes, our three-night stay was extended, spoiler alert, we didn’t leave until the 14^th).  He removed the wheels, looked at each assembly carefully and said they looked fine and put a shiny new coat of silver paint on the discoloured brake drums. He had trouble fitting one hub back on, so he hit the brake pads with a hammer, in order to fit the hub back on. He also backed the brakes off by another 5 clicks (meaning that he tightened the brakes up then backed them off a total of 15 clicks. He emphasized a number of times that his standard procedure was to back them off 10 clicks.

We test-drove the van and the problem was still there. Tom still asserted that his work was all good and again blamed the BC. To prove his point, he took out his multi-meter and stuck it in the 9-pin plug, which measured 1.7 volts and he determined that yes, the fault was the brake controller, and that this measly 1.7 volts was enough to operate the four magnets of the caravan brakes! We discussed this at the time because as Peter said: “But there’s no circuit, so the brake controller isn’t sensing the brakes and it’s not even operating. (Voltmeters present very high resistance, as close to an open circuit as possible – virtually no current flow, so it’s like there was nothing connected at all).

But Tom was the mechanic and by this time he had revealed to us that he is also an auto electrician. With a great deal of doubt in our minds and growing stress, Tom left us with the assertion that he had proven the brake controller to be faulty and off he went. But clearly, we were still going nowhere and the earliest we could get into any caravan/trailer repairer was mid January. Tom didn’t (or perhaps couldn’t) troubleshoot to find out what the problem was. In his mind there were just two options: Either his work was the cause of the problem, or it was the brake controller, and he was there to prove his workmanship, not to solve the problem.

It was time to do some research (maybe we should have done this a bit earlier). Our first conversation was with a neighbouring camper and telling him the story the very first thing he said was that you can’t test a brake controller with a multi-meter.  He gave us instructions on how to make up a rig using a 21 watt bulb and how to use it. Peter also got onto the Redarc site (the makers of our BC) and watched a video about how to test it. This was the same as our neighbour had described. Making up the rig we carried out the Redarc tests and the brake controller got a clean bill of health. That just reinforced what the $100.00 service call from the auto electrician had told us. The break Controller was working! Arrr!

But we were still stranded. Now those of you who know us will know that these situations generally don’t bother us. But…we had only four days before we had to be in Perth to pick Mum up from the airport. In desperation, I got onto the Caravan and Campers group on Face Book. I got heaps of responses, lots of great suggestions to fault find, most of which we had already done, a few suggestions for places to call, all of which we had already contacted, then one message that said, I know a guy in the area that might help. Do you want his details? What do you reckon?

Details were exchanged and the very next day Rick was outside our van bright and early. Long story short, Rick found that the brakes were all set incorrectly, one was so out of alignment that it was loose and quite likely jamming against part of the backing plate assembly, this could certainly hold that brake on. Rick adjusted all the brakes and commented that they were waaay out of adjustment.  

Tom’s work came under more criticism by our camper neighbour and Rick when they independently pointed out that the brackets that Tom had used to secure the axles were too short for the axles and there was insufficient thread exposed after the nuts, and there were no fitted washers.

But wait…there’s more!

Rick was a champion. He said: “I’ve got a mate who’s a welder. I’ll give him a call.”

But it begs the question: Why didn’t Tom see it? He had done a full service on the caravan. Then later replaced the axles, not to mention his third visit when he came to prove there was no fault with his workmanship. How could he have missed this serious problem?

All in all we found this to be a very stressful period. Not just because of the brakes, but mum was flying from the east coast to spend Christmas with us, accommodation and activities had been pre-booked and paid for. Three days before mum’s arrival, we were beginning to think that we might have to call her and ask her to cancel her flight.  

Luckily it was all fixed by the 12^th December. We stayed on at Glenwood for a couple of days just to relax, and believe me…we needed to. The big test will be the three-and-a-half-hour drive back to Perth. I’ll let you know on the next post if we made it.

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!

27^th October – 20^th November

So, we have about four weeks to kill before we go back to Fremantle to complete our repairs. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, we’d just pick a destination and go. But the issue with the van is that we have two bent axles, and scrubbed tires. This means, of course, that we must limit the driving and stay off any dirt or pot-holed roads.

Cervantes was the closest town to Tuarts. Wandoo and Smoke Bush were closest to Jurian Bay, our preferred town. Jurien also gave us access to drinking water, a dump point, and an overpriced but well stocked IGA. Both are coastal towns with pretty beaches a couple of coffee shops and pubs.

1. Tuarts Reserve – It’s all about the Bees.

Tuarts Reserve is a great little bush camp. It’s restricted to 72 hour consecutive stay, and we could see why, it is very popular with travelers.

We’ve been cooking and eating outside lately, and while we were doing the washing up, we noticed a few bees trying to drink from the washing up bowl. Now, bees and hot washing water don’t mix, but they were obviously thirsty, so we got them some fresh. Within a few hours, I think we were watering the whole hive. Have you ever seen a bee tongue close up? Well, you will, and they are fascinating.

A little later Peter found a hive. It was in an old, hollow tree that had fallen and broken open. It was not a healthy hive, so we were pleased we could help them out a little. The second day we were there I measured the amount of water we gave them. From 7:30am to 6:00pm, they drank 1.4 liters of water.

While I had a captive audience (their water was on our table) I made the most of our tiny neighbours’ to practice my “Bee in flight” shots.

On our last day at Tuarts Reserve, I took a wander around the camp, saw an old takeaway container at the base of a tree, bent down to pick it up, and when I looked up, I found myself face to face with this.

Now this is a healthy beehive.

Side note – No Jo’s were stung during the taking of these photos.

The Pinnacles Desert

The Pinnacles Desert is in the Nambung National Park and is a Unique landscape of upright, narrow stone columns or spires. They’re a bit of a mystery but are thought to have formed 30,000 – 50,000 years ago, when the inland sea disappeared, leaving deposits of shells and stuff that formed the spires.

We arrived around 3pm, hoping for some nice sunset shots. We did a lap of the drive, casing the joint for potential spots, stopping along the way to explore.

Picking our sunset spot was a bit tricky, we had to avoid all those pesky tourists 😊 but we found a spot with some unusual formations and waited for the sun to go down. 

We had a lot of fun and were lucky enough to be there on a full moon, and what a moon it was.

• Wandoo Reserve – It’s all about the Birds

We drove 34kms to Wandoo Reserve, also a 72 hour stay, but this one was not as popular. We had it to ourselves most days and on occasion, we stretched our visit to five nights. Shhh! Don’t tell the Rangers.

We hadn’t been there long when I grabbed my camera and went in search of the birds I could hear. I was thrilled to see a pair of Rainbow Bee-eaters, such pretty, exotic birds. Over our time there I saw a few species for the first time; Western Corellas, Straw-necked Ibis and…Carnaby’s Black Cockatoos.

Of course, there were other, less exciting but still pretty birds in the area. I identified 16 birds at Wandoo, and there were others that I wasn’t able to ID.

• Smoke Bush Reserve – Its all about the Carnaby’s

A mere 10kms from Wandoo, is Smoke Bush. This is a 24 hour stay, we stayed longer than that, but in all the time there, we never had any other neighbors. The Reserve is just a large gravel pit, but…it is elevated, surrounded by lovely country and it picked up the coastal wind. On a hot day, we just opened op the windows and stayed cool. No heat, no flies, great outlook, and this was the only place we had any kind of phone reception.

It also turned out that we were on the flight path of a flock of Carnaby’s Black Cockatoos. Not every day, but most, they flew by. As they got used to us, they came ever closer.

There was also a magnificent Black-Shouldered Kite and a local Brown Falcon.

Not far from Smoke Bush is Lesueur NP. I have to say, WA is not my favourite state, but…they do have some amazing flora, and at times we could be fooled into thinking we’re in a different country, not just a different state.

So, even though we’ve been in a bit of a holding pattern, we have still had plenty to keep us occupied. Once the car and van are fixed, we can once more hit the road in earnest. Well, at least for three weeks, then we must be back in Perth to meet mum at the airport. (Told you we wouldn’t forget.)

Editors Note

If you made it all the way to the bottom of this post…I thank you.
It is longer than the usual, but I am now officially up to date and we should get back to shorter more manageable posts.

See you out there somewhere

On tow and on the go!