We decided to take another scenic drive today and drove northish to Yallingup where there was a Junior Surf Competition, that we thought might be an interesting side trip today. We drove around, and up and down, past some very very nice houses, and around and up and down and past the nice houses some more, in and out of designated car parks, against the arrows, much to the disgust of locals, ("hey, we've got NSW number plates, we're tourists goddamit! Give us a bit of lee way, show us a bit of love! FFS!"), and after an attempt beyond He Who Suffers' patience, found it impossible to find a parking spot anywhere within 2 maybe 3 Kms of the beach. There were cars parked everywhere one would fit, some partly on the footpath tail end sticking out impeding the flow of traffic. Sheer madness. So we didn't see the surfing. Bugga.
I did all the driving, Dora helped, Rod had the day off.
But the area is beautiful as is all this side of the continent. I really could become a 'westerner' without too much persuasion.
We then headed out to the Cape Naturaliste lighthouse, spotting the Bunker Bay turn off on the way, which is where we are going to our niece Emily's wedding on Saturday 13th, which is the reason we decided to do this adventure to WA in the first place.
But you could only go out there to see it as part of a guided tour.
I like lighthouses, and one day I'm going to find one I can get out to without totally crippling myself doing it. I thought about getting a little mobility scooter, but the little ones won't take a bum as big and heavy as mine and we'd have to tow a bigger one behind the van. I can just picture us movin, on down the highway . . . . . Mental picture here, - The Mazda, the caravan, the scoot, and the porta potti. ! I wish I could draw!
So I took a photo of what I could see of the cape Naturaliste Lighthouse from a point as close as I could get to it.
On the return trip from the cape, we turned down to Bunker Bay. What a beautiful spot. So glad we decided to do this without the caravan. The road down to would have been tight and little turn around carpark area at the end of the street would have been impossible to get a caravan around, even tho it did have signs for caravan and motorhome parking.
Coffee and cake was on the cards at Bunkies Cafe and this is the photo taken from where we were seated. Magic! The restaurant was full, they sat us at the last twosome table. And very noisy. But we've noticed that at every place we've had a meal over here. There was a game of Trivial Pursuit going on at the next table at breakfast the other day. Not a critisism, just something we've noticed.
Look at that, just the perfect place to have a mixed berry muffin and a piece of raspberry rhubarb cheese cake and good coffee and a wee walk along the beach. I'm ok going that way, ^ , it's coming back I have problems because my right leg is now shorter than the left because of the hip and knee damage and the slope of a beach works against me. What shall we do with the drunken sailor, . . . Etc.
I just couldn't resist it and decided to check out the resort at which the wedding festivities will taking place. The Pullman Resort. Who eee! Talk about swank! This guy met us in the carpark and offered to take our bags. We blocked traffic until he had reached the safety of the garden. Makes me realize that we don't have any suitcases with us, we're going to look like Ma and Pa Kettle arriving at check in on Friday, with our fancy wedding clobber hitched over our shoulder. Didn't go exploring around the resort, but the nice receptionist showed us where our 'studio' is and it's going to have a lovely view of a lake right outside our windows. It will be nice to sleep in a big bed for a couple of nights. I might even treat myself to a spa and massage. And I've just realized, I don't have any makeup or jewelry with me, just a melted lipstick in the glovebox of the car. I'm not really into makeup these days, why put it on when it only sweats off, so I'm not to worried about that, but I might have to buy a pair of blingy earrings to go with my floaty chiffonny top. (3 floaty chiffonny tops bought with me, haven't decided which one yet. All so pretty) I hope there's a pre-wedding party the night before, then I'll at least get to wear two of them, eh. Can this be arranged please Em?
There are some wonderful glass art works in the atrium/foyer of the resort, some shaped like surfboards with coloured glass inserts. Beautiful play of light thru them. I'd like to own a few, but I'd have to have a beach house to put them in to show them off to their best.
Ho hum, lottery dreams.
Then it was a trip into Dunsborough to see if we should leave the van there while we swan around for a couple of days at the resort, but although
We ahem, Dora managed to get 'lost' in Dunsbourough which led us to exploring parts of it no other tourist has seen, . . . . . TWICE, we didn't see a caravan park to our liking and eventually, (by reading road signs) we found our way out and we're off back to Margaret River. On the main road this time. Which we'd already been over before on our trip to Bussleton and back yesterday, so I sort of knew the way and Dora had a rest.
The rest of the day was spent looking around Margaret River township, they're and eclectic bunch of people here, one would never be bored if just sitting doing a bit of people-watching. Then a bit and lazing in and around the van reading (me) or doing soduku (Rod). Once again salad for tea and early to bed. Too cold for a swim.