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Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Vines and the The Ashes

So our on the road experience was behind us, and a truly great trip it was too.
Our return coincided with picking up the keys for the house. We had been lucky in one sense, as we did not have any where to live when we returned.  We got a call, at about 11am, the day before we were due to go on the road, from an Agent who was willing to show us a furnished property, at 4pm that afternoon, at a place called The Vines. We had no idea where this was, but our circumstances dictated that we had to look at it. It was also unusal that the agent would give us a personal viewing.
So we set off, directions in hand. As usual, we got lost, The Vines is a resort area, which has two golf courses and full leisure facilities, tennis courts, squash courts, gym and two pools, as well as restaurants and bars, but it’s about 40 minutes from the beach area we had been living.
Any way, we were all pleasantly surprised just how nice it was, great little spot, in a cul de sac, three bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, lounge, dining area and snug. After the viewing we went to The Resort itself, had a couple of beers, generally checked it out and decided it was for us. Whilst, sitting on the terrace, bugger me didn’t we get our first proper view of wild kangaroo’s, there were dozens of them hopping all over the golf course.
We called the agent the next morning and told her we would have it.
Wednesday 1st December, a very busy day was ahead. We left the dump that was The Swan Valley Caravan Park went to the agents, filled in all the forms, paid the dosh and collected the keys to 14 Watervista Close, The Vines, Perth WA 6069. It’s on Google earth if you wanna take a look. Unloaded the motor home of all our gear, set off to the local Kia agent to pick up our NEW Rio, METALLIC silver, 5 door hatch back, in car CD, Bluetooth connection, electric windows (front only!!), parcel shelf, TINTED windows, AIR CONDITIONING. Dropped the motor home back, Our Wend picked me up, won't expand upon that, I'll let Our Wend tell you some other time, then back to the billet for a sort out.
                                                                         Cool Eh?
                                                              14 Watervista Close, The Vines
The house is about a 10 min walk, or 5 min bike ride from Resort itself, we have now joined the leisure club and the kids have been in the pool at some point every day.
We needed to get some bits and pieces, home comforts etc. The nearest decent size shopping area to where we are is a place called Midland, we had up until then being going to Joondalup, brand new, very nice, much like shopping in Solihull or Selfridges. Nothing had prepared us for MIDLAND.
WOW I just couldn’t believe my eyes, Kalgoorlie, would not of had a mention if I had been here first. I was walking around with my mouth open I thought I had been transported to Mars or dropped on the set of Little Britain. I was sitting outside the supermarket waiting for Our Wend and the kids and this chap walked by, my astonishment must have been written all over my face, because he said to me, 'yeah moyt, a lot of strange folk shop in Midland'.
It’s pretty difficult to describe the types, but they ALL have tattoo’s, in varying amounts and unusual places, but they have all got them. A very large proportion have studs sticking out of various places on their faces, and God knows where else. Hairdo’s, Mohican, cropped, Human League type, whatever that’s called, every colour you can imagine. Sizes, some 5 stone dripping wet right up to 30 stone, some walking, and a lot in electric trucks, too large to walk. This woman who was behind us at the checkout, at least 18 stone, walking, all she had in her basket was, a shower gel bottle, and at least 6 pairs of exfoliating gloves, you know them grey ones you can get, that your missus has got hanging up your shower.. Now I don’t know whether she was going home to get in the shower and try to exfoliate 9 stone off herself, but someone needs to set her straight!
Another guy we saw in the food hall had the word HOLDEN tattoed in red and very, very large letters across his shoulders. Holden is a car manufacturer over here, I think they have some sort of association with Vauxhall as the models look very similiar. Who, if they were in their right mind would have the name of a motor manufacturer tattoed on their back? Your wife, girlfriend, dog, even the infamous Love/Hate, but I ask you. Mind you, can't imagine that anyone has took the mickey about it, he was that big he could have had Mitsubishi in the same size letters and had space to spare.
I consoled myself that this was possibly a one off experience, it wasn’t!!, but we have been a few times now, didn’t need any shopping just went for a look and a good laugh! Wendie was there just before Christmas and withnessed a couple of guys trying to knock lumps out of each other over a car parking space. Midland, I love it.
Since moving into the house, we have had one or two creepy crawlie experiences, we've seen lots of lizards, and gekko's, plus one or two very very scary looking spiders, but most have been OUTSIDE the house. The first one was actually our first night and I thought Our Wend was gonna have kittens and we would have to move out.
We were sitting watching TV, (Oz TV is the worst I have ever experienced. Forget that its absolutely s***e, you never actually know when one programme has finished and the other one has started)) when Our Wend got up to go to the fridge, well, you would have thought she had seen a tarantula with the scream she let out. It was only a cockroach, sizeable I’ll give her that, but only a cockroach.
“we can’t stay here, we can’t stay here, WE CAN”T STAY HERE”
“it’s only a cockroach luv, it won’t hurt you”
“I can’t stay here, I can’t stay here”
“just calm down, just calm down, CRUNCH” as I put my foot on it.
“I can’t stay here Pete”
“well, as they are everywhere you go in Australia luv, where do you suggest we go and live?!!”
She eventually calmed down after I’d put a gallon of bleach down the drains and she accepted that they are part of living here. We’ve seen loads since, even in the printer. I have a sad habit of recycling paper, I had photocopied something or other and when I looked at it, there was a great colour image of a cockroach, in a very abstract position  at the foot of the page. I immediately thought that I had put the recycled page in the printer the wrong way around, until I lifted the lid and there he was twiddling his antenna's at me.

The next  CC (creepy crawlie) encounter, was when I was upstairs and Our Wend, Little Niamh and PJ were on there way up. There was an ear piercing scream from Little Niamh
“Spider, spider, spider, Mom, Dad come quickly, spider”
“Calm down, calm down” I shouted from upstairs, “sort the spider out luv will ya?”
“Pete, you need to come and see this, just look at it, its massive?” said Our Wend
“Don’t be so dramatic, just get some kitchen towel, grab it and chuck it down the toilet”
“No, no, you gotta come and see this, quick” said PJ
“I’m busy at the mo”, I wasn’t, just can’t stand spiders and I know I would have had to do the catching!
They eventually caught it and down the loo it went, although I didn’t see it, thank God, Peter reckons it was a Huntsman, which are very common here, not life threatening but very scary. The have a diameter of 6
inches, big compared to what we are used to in the UK. 
It was about 9pm, Little Niamh is sitting on the sofa and she spots a……………….………………………………………………..SNAKE, yes a ******* SNAKE, we all saw it, the smell of discharging bowels in the room would knock you out!!! Yep, it looked like a snake, it moved like a snake, PJ couldn’t help himself, he wanted to get as close as poss, I’m worried he gets too close. As it turns out, PJ gets close enough to spot it has tiny little legs, it’s only a Gekko, thank goodness. Panic over. PJ, ever a source and fountain of knowledge, some would say, other might say bleedin’ know all, proceeds to tell us that’s a good thing, because they eat cockroaches, so we should just leave it to go wherever it wants in the house. Its one way of keeping the cockroach population down. Gekko/snake immediately goes from public enemy number one, to our friend called George, thanks for that Little Niamh. The kids come down every morning now calling “Geroge, George where are you?”
The Ashes test cricket has rolled into town, as have me old mates John Rose and Chris Lea, some of you will not know them, most of you will!! John arrived on Friday 10th December, quite late and was collected by his good friend John Pritchett, who’s hospitality he would be enjoying for the duration of his stay.
Saturday 11th December, 8am, Rosie is on the mobile
“Skerritt? Rosie here, fancy breakfast at The Blue Duck, Cottesloe Beach? Can only do brekkie today, I’m meeting a pal of mine at the races at midday”
“OK, no probs, see you in a bit”
So breakfast is very nice, The Blue Duck is the place to have it that’s for sure, it’s about 45 mins from The Vines, full of the world’s lovely people, some of them VERY lovely people, your hard against the beach sitting on a balcony, looking out across Cottesloe Beach to the Indian Ocean, playground to the rich and famous, with prices to match!!
Rosie decides he ain’t going to the races, he’s going to show me around for a couple of hours. Uh Uh, sounds dangerous.
We ended up in a place called Subiaco, very stock broker belt ish. He pointed out a few eatery’s that me and Our Wend should try out at sometime or other. The main attraction was the Subiaco Hotel, or ‘The Subie’ as it’s affectionately known. This, according to Rosie, is where the Aussie cricket team hang out when they are in town. Although it’s a ‘Hotel’ in actual fact it’s not, it’s a pub! According to Rosie, hotels in Oz  are pubs!
“So, what does that make The Hyatt Hotel?” seemed a reasonable question to me. Can’t tell you here what Rosie said, but for those who know Rosie, you can guess.
Its 11.30am now,
“Shall we have a quick one?” says Rosie.
“Be rude not to” says I.
We cross the threshold, well you would have needed to be a blind man not to instantly realise what the Aussie cricket team’s attraction to this place was, or any other team for that matter!!
It, on a Saturday anyway, appeared to be the meeting place, to do lunch, for all the wives and girlfriends of all the wealthy males in this and the surrounding suburbs, whilst hubby is indulging in his favourite Saturday pastime.
They are NOT casually dressed, they all look like they have just stepped off the set of ‘Desperate Housewives’, in fact they make the cast of that show look like paupers.
                                                    I don't think anyone has noticed I'm p****d
What did you say?
To say that me and Rosie looked under dressed and out of place would be an understatement. That did not deter us, as 5 hours and 6 pints later, we emerged!! I refused to drive, so Rosie did!
Now when Rosie visits Perth he only ever stays with John Pritchett, he lives in Cottesloe, which is pretty much where it’s at in Perth, close to everything that’s Perth. Now, The Vines, well Rosie thought we had left Western Australia by the time we had got there. Still had a couple of beers by the pool when we got back, before having some dinner, and you can imagine it was then early to bed. Have not been the worse for wear since leaving the UK, nearly 8 weeks, John Rose is in the country for less than 24 hours, and I'm bladdered, I've the will power of a nat!!!!!!
Yep, had a couple of rounds of golf now. First was Monday 13th December at The Lakes course, here at The Vines, great nick, greens 12 on the stimp. Played with Rosie, Little Niamh drove the buggy and we had a super day.

                                           "I am breathing in"
Also played the next day at Lake Karrinyup. Little Aston have reciprocal with them, very posh, great course though, they have had the Australian Open there a few times. I think Jack Nicklaus won it once there. Ernie Els won the Johnnie Walker there with a 22 under four round score. He didn't find it too difficult eh?
Well, had a great few days at the cricket, my good pal Chris Lea came up trumps with the tickets for me, thanks Chris. Went four days in the end, which was a first for me. Usually only go for one day, the unpredictability of the weather in the UK being the main reason for that. The last days ticket was courtesy of John Pritchett, thanks John.
Proper cricket watcher me now you know, Our Wend made me lunch everyday, fruit, sarnies, water (you can’t take booze in), crisps, you know the full works. Got the train in everyday, all the buses in the city are free to the ground. On the third day, Our Wend and Little Niamh came into town and whilst we were at the cricket, they went 'lolly popping'. Met a real nice Geordie guy, Shaun, on the train, who invited us on the Sunday to his twin kids third birthday party. Top bloke.
Once you are in the ground, there are places all over the ground where you can get sunscreen, ice cold water and bags of ice for your coolers and its all free.

What me? Been a cricket watcher for years mate
In some ways, mostly sitting next to a complete stranger, you see far more cricket, also having the packed lunch. The prospect of the beer breaks is something that you really look forward to. Large areas of the ground are also alcohol free, so there is no drinking in the seating areas anyway. Not to popular with the locals are also the rules about buying beer. Up until 2pm you can buy four beers at a time, this is 4.20 pounds for about 3/4 of a pint!! If you buy 4, 16.80, and you need a tray, they charge 50p for a cardboard 'thingy' to carry them in!!. After 2pm, you can only by two beers at a time and after 4pm its just one. Some of the guys were going mental.
Took Little Pete day three, (that was a real highlight, although he read books most of the day), the day the streaker showed up.
The tickets I had for that day were in the scoreboard stand. This was a temporary stand that they erect for test matches only, to the left of the scoreboard. It does not have a roof and therefore it’s got the sun full on it ALL DAY.
                                                               Frying Pan on the left
If you couple that with the fact that the flooring is metal, you feel like your cooking, me and Pete nick named it ‘The Frying Pan’. The morning wasn’t too bad, as it was quite cool, but in the afternoon, it was sizzling, literally. PJ had to go walkabout every 10 mins to get out of the sun.
He was in his seat when the streaker appeared, I'd got some really powerful binoculars with me, which Peter immediately trained on the streaker, 'Oh that’s disgusting' he said, got “a real good shot” before the security and Police managed to cover the chaps bits and pieces. I'm told it’s an $8,000 fine for streaking in public over here. Have to say, he didn't look like he would have $8, never mind $8k!!!!!!
The Barmey Army were in fine voice throughout the event, including the bugler, they managed to wind up quite a few Aussies, which did result in the odd scuffle here and there, mainly because the Aussies couldn’t bite back on the wit like the Barmey boys could. On the whole nothing too serious though, all good clean fun.
            This is the view from the deck of the pub that The Barmey Army made their headquarters.
Everyday bar non, I met Chris Lea and his two boys, Tom and Richard at lunch time and tea for beers. Boy those beers tasted good.  By the way you guys, I hear you finally made it to The Subie!!!!!
On the last day I was in the Members area, pretty cool place, saw how the other half had seen the game, very nice and as you might imagine, air conditioned. At the end of the game the Aussie players were chucking, autographed, what looked like real cricket balls, into the crowd. One ball didn’t make it and ended up on a sun awning just below us. After a while a gust of wind blew it into the crowd below. The guy who picked it up’ looked up at us, quick as a flash I shouted “Hey, I’ve just dropped that”, good as gold he threw it up to me. Nice little momento, it had been signed by Steve Smith, the guy standing next to me didn’t look too impressed.
Shame about the result in the end but had a brilliant time, just wish I was going to Melbourne and Sydney.
So we left the ground tails between our legs and headed off to met Chris and the boys for a beer in the town. The whole place was pretty quite, I guess with it finishing early everyone had headed off to do whatever it is they do on a normal Sunday.
Said my good byes to Chris, wouldn't see he now until God knows when, and they set off with Rosie to The Subie!!
I headed for the train, as Our Wend and the kids were picking me up at the station and we were going to that kids party.
Eventually found Shauns house, nice place, got its own pool, the kids were made up, pool, other kids, sweets, heaven. About 15 adults there, all of them bar 1 was a Geordie, everyone made us really welcome. Our Wend said that she would drive back, so we just took the one bottle of fizzy red with us! Well, she was sitting with all the girlies, rabbiting, whilst trying to remove the cork from this WARM bottle of fizzy red. The top eventually came off and half the contents ended up on at least 6 of the folk sitting around her. The Skerritts had landed, they won't forget us in a hurry. Had a very nice time and in true tradition were the last to leave. Anyway, the red wine debacal must have been forgotten, because we have been invited over again, or it may have been because Our Wend did all the washing up after the do, whats she like eh?
I was hoping to get a game of golf in with Chris and Rosie before they both left but we all just ran out of time. I met Rosie for a farewell beer at The Subie, to show him some DVD’s of past golf trips, Bacchanalian days out and Bachs on Tour. They were good times, some fallen heroes, Jim Ryan, Richard Parker, real good days those were. No one had white hair in those days. Although Rosie doesn’t have white hair these days either!
Poignant, makes you appreciate a lot of stuff, eh Rosie, ‘Oh, think twice, just another day for you and me in paradise’
All is still good here, every day we set off about 4pm on our bikes to the pool. Kids have a couple of hours in there, whilst me and Our Wend chill out with a beer and a glass of wine, or two. It was the other evening whilst we were chilling that the subject of getting a window cleaner came up. Not quite sure why I didn't think at the time that I could do it, not as if I haven't got the time. Well, as it happenned Our Wend had the number of a window cleaner, so she gave him a call.
Our house has three patio windows, and 4 ordinary windows, she relayed this to our window cleaner friend, for a price for inside and out..
"Yep............Yep............ok, thanks, I'll let my husband know and come back to you."
She turned to me, "how much do you think?"
I thought for a minute, related it to our house in the UK and the office "40 bucks?"
I've known Our Wend over 20 years and I have never, never, never seen her laugh like she did. She was laughing that much she couldn't tell me what he had said.
She eventually calmed down and she told me, $350 (in todays money 229 quid), for Gods sake don't anyone tell Johnny Wootten. It was a days work according to him!! We are going to be window cleaners, not everyday, just a couple of days a week should do it.
Well its Christmas, and there seems to be a tradition with some folk over here to decorate you house with as much as you possibly can, I gather the local rag runs a competiton for the best one.
We went to Ocean Reef one night and had a look around one particular cul-de-sac, which it would seem that the residents have a competition between themselves. Its quite a surreal experience looking at Christmas stuff whilst walking around wearing flip flops and shorts.
Im finishing this off Christmas day night, sad eh? We have just got back from the pool, 40 degrees today folks, Skyped the Edwards and Palmers, tried to Skype Chris Leech, talked to or kid and his Clan in bonny Scotland and feeling pretty sentimental.
Have a wonderful Christmas everyone, and a very happy and prosperous New Year, above all make sure you keep in touch.
The Skerritts.



Wednesday, December 8, 2010

On the Road

Well, the frustrations of the house hunting finally wore us down. We didn't have anywhere to live, didn't look like we were going to find anywhere to live, Seashells at Scarborough was now full and couldn't extend our reservation, beyond the 19th November, so we had to find an alternative!
Da da da da da ta, lets bring forward our intended exploration. So, we set off, on a Sunday 14th November, to hire a motorhome. Picked a 6 berth, with an outfit called Maui. Told them we would confirm the next day. Duly called them on the Monday morning, they told us that they had not the model we now wanted but did have an alternative. Hit the road, visited the hole in the wall, collected the deposit, we were all so excited, we are going camping, well sort of. Our Wend DDC (don't do camping), but even she was excited.
Arrived at the showroom, was shown our alternative, not as nice as what we had previously seen, but we all agreed that it would be fine. Set about sorting the paperwork, whereupon, the guy confirms the price, $950 more than they had quoted less than 24 hours before, for a lesser vehicle. Cut a long story short, we, and I mean we, all told them to shove it, and he did.
So, feeling somewhat hard done by, we left and decided we would return to an alternative Company called Apollo, who we had checked out on the same Sunday. But, as luck would have it, someone, can't remember which one of us it was, (but I know it was not me), spotted a sign Around Australia Motor Homes. Now, I gotta admit, I ain't the best Googler in the world (Sue, Steve & Matt can stop laughing), but I had Perthed everything "Motor Homes, Winnebago's, Camper Vans" this out fit had not once 'pinged up'. Everyone out there, you ever come to this part of the world DO NOT use anyone else. God did Maui do us a favour. Brilliant, brilliant Company. Something like 25% cheaper than the original price we had been quoted, all Winnebago's, no more than two years old, superb. So we did the necessary and returned on the 19th to collect.
After our initiation, we were off. Well, I was very daunted, this is a big old 'tub', not difficult to drive, but when Sylvia, tells you that although you have paid $500 dollars for insurance, you are NOT covered for any damage occasioned by hitting anything which would be considered low, it scares the s**t out of you. Particularly when she shows you a series of photo's depicting $12k's worth of damage done by a previous hirer to the roof. His concentration shortfall was v v expensive.
The kids were told on no account were they to have any of their very regular spats, we want almost complete silence whilst on the move. The onboard toilet was also out of bounds for the duration of the trip. Our Wend did not want any unhealthy smells on our travels. In any event, Peter can't hit the target when its stationary, never mind when we are travelling at 70 mph!.
We picked our way through the Perth suburbs, very gingerly, heading for the coast road. Went through Freemantle, the first time we had seen it, its enormous Port with its massive liners and ships.
First stop, after an hour or so, was Rockingham, sleepy little place, but we just needed some lunch. Came across a Tapas bar, few folk in there so in we wandered. had a fab lunch, with a very nice bottle of Sangria. I know, I know, but I needed to settle me nerves!!! I was fine after the Sangria, it was the 4 stubbies of Carlton and the couple of glasses of red wine that made me feel a little tipsy.
Back in the van and off to our first stop, Mandurah, 101km for the day, ease ourselves in.
Pulled up at the entrance, hopped out, bugger me thats a very strong smell of fuel. Checked out under the vehicle, some liquid p*****g out from the engine compartment. At first thought it might be water from the AC system, did the James Bond test, two fingers in it, up to the nose, no definitely fuel. Followed the instructions in the manual, got a return call from Craig, a Geordie, he would be with us at 7.30am the following morning.
So, we set about getting ready for our very first, ever, night in a holiday park and motor home. Found our little spot, plugged in the site electrics and water, no probs. Kids were desperate for a swim, very nice pool and enclosure, had a nice hour or so in there. met a real nice Aussie guy, Warren, who was working the mines on the north west coast. Painted a pretty tough picture of conditions they were working in up there. Employers look after them but the heat and the flies sounds horrendous. Kids also hired some pedal carts for an hour.
Time to eat, 'cus of the fuel prob, we had to walk about a k to the local shop, The Spud Shack, best store we have been in, even to date. Proper, fresh everything, so much so, when we got sorted the following morning we revisited and stocked up for a couple of days.
Back to the van, the odd dead something or other by the side of the road, one of which was definitely a snake!!
Weather was not to clever that night so we cooked and ate in the van. All in bed by 8.30, yeah I know, novelty factor you understand. Peter was in a compartment above the drivers cab, Niamh was midships in a double bed, and me and Our Wend in the double bed at the back of the bus. Bloody great fun, seriously. Took me back to me boating days eh Colo. Internally, very much the same as the Bayliner, just a bit bigger.
Next day, up and at 'em, 6am, ablutions block, WOW, cleanest shit house I have ever seen in me natural, Mike Davies and his Missus, John & Jane would have been proud.  Wanted the shampoo, couldn't find it anywhere, not until PJ told us he had put it in the FREZZER. Rock solid "well I didn't think it was working'. AHHHHHHHHHH, kids. The old ablutions block had the most powerful showers I think I have ever been in, took us all by surprise, how clean and well presented everything was.
The breakdown guy arrived, he did all his training as an INVECO truck engineer in the UK, he had been here about 3 years. Effected a repair, then told me how he has a Seedoo jet ski, which he uses to ferry his mates to an island 2k from shore, the dimensions of the island are ten feet by 8 feet, its basically a sand bar, where they drink beer for hours on end. Sounds a bit scary to me with all them sharks about.
Just before we moved out a couple from the van across the way came over, she was from Alum Rock, he was from Erdington!! Well he said he was from Erdington, he had never heard of New Oscott Priests College, The Lyndhurst or The Yenton pubs or anything else I mentioned. There must be an Erdington somewhere else on the planet!!

Off we go, next overnight stop, Bunbury. Reg, the holiday park owner suggested we visit Yarloop on the way as there was a timber yard and railway museum there. Ok, we turned off the main highway and headed for Yarloop, it was just like driving through a prehistoric landscape, everything looked dead. Now this place Yarloop, was seriously back of beyond. I think it must have been derived from the words Yard and Loopy. The place itself was in much need of some TLC. I found it interesting as most of the derelict machines all came form the UK. It was difficult to comprehend that this place could be so far from civilisation and have machinery from Nottingham, Coventry, Birmingham, Leicester. Some of the names I actually recognised as I had worked in the factories, Bellis & Morcom in Hockley was one.
 Even had some of Stewey Gregory's new fuse gear there!!!!

Onwards, and checked into a holiday park in Bunbury which the previous holiday park had recommended. God, anyone seen the film 'Deliverance'? Well we had been catapulted onto the set. Just after we arrived and set up stall, a guy came out of a chalet, (chalet being 8ft across, and 10ft high in the shape of an A. Thats one in the backgound. Just a bit of useless info, they
are for sale at 88,000 pounds each!!) and proceeded to deafen us with a remote control toy monster truck! Peter thought it was great, but this guy looked a dumb as box of rocks and was the ringer for the joke
The Hill Billy bloke who asked his mate what  his impending divorce meant. His mate said that he would sit before a judge and the judge would rule that the marriage was over and he was legally divorced , and  his wife was no longer his wife . The Aussie bloke said, "Oh that fine but she will still be me Sister wont she !" (Thanks Nige)
Whilst he was doing that, another few guys in another A frame chalet were blasting out a Guns n' Roses guitar rift that made your hair stand on end. Our Wend was not comfy, I can tell ya, not least because we were booked in for two nights!!
Bunbury is a favourite stop off point because it has a a school of dolphins that for some reason visit a particular peice of shoreline everyday. Don't know why and its not because they feed them. We visted first at about 2pm but there was no site of them, they suggested we come back the next day at 8am as they most often turn up at 8.30am. So thats what we did, and bugger me at almost 8.30 we spotted about 100 yards off shore the dolphins fins surfacing every so often. After about 5 minutes it reached the shore and we were all told to walk into the water, only up to our knees, (we must have looked as though we were all going to be baptised!!) and not to put our hands in the water. Well Levi, that was its name, basically went along the line for about 15 minutes, it was surreal, this animal from the wild within touching distance.
Dolphins done, next up we had breakfast on the hoof beside a fabulous lake, alfresco you might say, then next stop was Black Swamp Nature Reserve.

This, we were told, was were you could hand feed kangaroo's, and as we hadn't seen any yet, we thought this is a must. After having been to Ashend Farm in Middleton, God knows how many times, this was a breath of fresh air. All sorts of stuff I had not seen before, including a sizable and very aggressive goose, which managed to get all of the kangaroo feed of Peter within 2 minutes of us starting our tour, a very amorous Emu, which tried to keep, what looked like, kiss Niamh, a duck which bit Peter, yep and the kangaroo's which did let you feed them by hand. We still had not seen any WILD 'roo's. Early days in the trip though.




Back to the billet we decided we would try doing our first barbie. All the camp sites, in fact all grasses/family play areas in Oz have barbies which are gas fired and free to use. When you've finished you clean them as best you can but in any event, the Council clean them again over night, really spotless and they are ready to use again the next day. There was the usual strange looking people gathered around the BBQ area, this particular lot were in an archery tournament, I wouldn't have let them play with a tooth pick, never mind bows and arrows. One guy who seemed particularly pissed, asked what sport I did, I told him golf. He thought that was a strange sport. WHAT, and running through the woods a 6 in the morning firing bow and arrows at each other is normal? The only thing that made sense looking at 'em, was that they were playin' in the woods! I asked if we could come along and watch, PJ loves bow nad arrows, no way, it wasn't a spectator sport. You can draw your own conclusions.
Next morning we are off to Busselton, Our Wend was gutted, she was just getting used to Deliverance Holiday Park. We left in the dead of night, and we didn't bother asking the owners if they could recommend a camp site for our onward journey, we thought we ould just take our chances. Drop offs on the way, Harvey Dam, yep you've guest it, a dam, water in it, pretty much like any dam we had seen before, although it could have done with a little more water! The Taute forest (its the name of the indigenous tree, popular word here indigenous), apparently this is the only place in the WORLD you can see these trees, so we gave them a bit of a hug. What about them legs eh? Yeah I know, if it wasn't for the stomach I could have given it a proper hug, yeah yeah.

Had a bit of lunch in the forest, the we were off again and we then spotted a sign 'Historical Site', ok lets go check it out. It turned out to be a wooden building, called Wannerup House. Just as an aside, there are shed fulls of places with up at the end in WA, here are just a few, Yallingup, Manjimup, Nornalup, Boyanup, Quinnninup, yes I have spelt that right, Dardanup, Jerramungup, Gnowangerup, Porongarup, Myalup, Binningup. And no, I haven't seen anything which resembles the one you are all thinking of, specially you Palmer!!
Anyway, this HISTORICAL house, turns out to be somewhere and Englishman, set up home to farm. He employed at lot of local's and one night the Abo's started fighting in the dorm where they lived on his place. He got up and went over to sort it out and in the process got speared and died. His wife then had to bring the kids up on her own including schooling them. HISTORICAL, these Aussies just don't get it or they are desperate for a bit of culture, of any sort. There must be hundreds of HISTORICAL houses in Handsworth, Bradford and Leiceser. What about South Africa, eh, millions. It was 5 bucks to get in, I'm glad me and Peter stayed in the van, saved us 10 bucks. Bucks, van, eh learn quick dunn I?
Arrives in Busselton and checks into The Mandalay Holiday & Caravan Park, the opposite end of the spectrum to Deliverance. Indoor & outdoor pool, games room, with pool table, table tennis, basket ball nets, GRASS, giant jumping pillow and only about a 100 yards to the beach. Felt a lot busier than where we had already been, but apparently this was down to  the'Schoolies' week. This, we were told, is where all kids who are leaving secondary school, have a full week of drinking, drugs, sex, vandalism and general bad behaviour. All the locals, stay in doors pretty much the whole week, whilst the cops try and keep law and order. Sounded bloody fab to me, but Our Wend says I gotta grow up and made me stay in and do the dishes!!!! Whilst the kids were having a swim, late, circa 8.30pm, we spotted what looked like a large rat, climbing about in the roof trusses of the pool area. It turned out to be a Possum, a first.
                                                              Can you see it?
Wish I could rotate these pictures!
From our base in Busselton the local sights are the lighthouse at Cape Naturaliste, proported to be the tallest lighthouse in Australia. Its about 45 feet high! Yes, thats what I said, but apparently the cape that it sits on together with its height makes it the tallest. Well it was worth the trip anyway, as whilst we were up there a whale breached about 200 yards off the coast, if you look real close you can just see it. There was only five of us on our tour, the other guy I swear was Keanu Reeves, he asked if he could have his picture with us, I said "piss off Keanu and get your own camera"
Useless fact number 1,006. The lense on the top was made by a Company called Chance Glass (I remember them, they were a big out fit that Johnny Blackwell did some work for), another UK Company who used to be in Smethwick. The lighthouse guide had a very very bad lisp, we were all pretty much soaked by the end of tour!!!!! Kept us all cool though and the flies away.
Next stop Ngilgi cave, pronounced Ngilgi, just a cave but pretty spectacular. At a point in the cavern, you were asked to close your eyes and to lie down on your back, wait a minute or so then open your eyes. WOW, its one of the things I shall remember for the rest of me natural, just amazing. It looked like an aerial view of a futuristic city, just incredible.
Struggling now to fit the days events in, but next up is the reptile zoo. Not something I was looking forward to, but hey ho. Just before we got there needed some motion lotion and at this particular station was a butchers. Lets get the barbie gear for tonight, glad we went in. Sausages, yep, kangaroo, emu, alligator, eat your heart out Poxy. Wondered what they would taste like with a bit of black pudding with them? PJ made us buy kangaroo, that night he bloody well eat them, yack, made we wanna chuck.
Nothing too scary at the reptile house, a lot of Black this, King that, Tiger the other. They did have a python that you could molest if you wanted to, no thanks, I'll stick with the one I've got, its not that long or thick, but it does the job, said Our Wend.

           The snakes sense of smell had picked up that PJ had not had a shower that morning!!! 
                                     How can you smile when you got that thing around your neck?
The one tourist spot that unfortunately was not open was Busselton Pier. This was our main reason for stopping here as it has an underwater observatory at the end of it. It is currently undergoing a major refurbishment that should have been complete mid November. The construction outfit responsible went bust at the beginning of November and they have yet to find a replacement. expected to be complete now Feb 2011.
Next stop, Walpole 550 km's away. Great drive though, through the Margaret River area, which vineyard do you stop at, there are millions? We stopped for breakfast at a place called Canal Rocks, truly breathtaking, it was a glorious morning, sea and sky blue like I've never seen. We also spent a good hour messing about in the rock pools.


                                  No No its ok, its just that the shirt got shrunk by Our Wend
Other stuff on the way was The Gloucester Tree in the Karri Forest at Pemberton, they like there trees. This is a 200 foot high and Peter climbed it twice! It was originally a look out for fires across the forest. One guy sat up there for 8 hours everyday for 20 years. There are another 3 dotted about over the God knows how many square miles. Here comes some more useless info, Peter climbed it twice in probably 20 minutes, the first guy to climb it, Jack Walton, to check if it was a suitable look out, took 6hours, to climb it once. Hardy soles back then.
                                  Peter is on this picture, somewhere!
                                                Peter took this from the top on his second climb
                                                    Niamhy went further up than I would
Over night stay at Coalmine Holiday and Caravanning Park, very nice too. We met a couple of Swiss, who had been on the road for 6 months in an Astra van! Honest, an Astra van.
I took a photo in case you didn't believe me.

We set off the next morning bright and breezy along a tourist route right by the camping site, it just went around in a circle from the entry/exit. As we got half way around we came across the Swiss couple out for an early morning walk, well thats what Our Wend thought. I reckoned they were out looking for a spot for a bonk. You ain't never gonna get away with a shag in the Astra in the middle of a camp site are ya?
Full speed ahead Albany, pronounced Albany. We had only been on the road about half an hour when we spotted it, yep. a wild kangaroo, "stop, stop, stop" they all shouted, we were in the middle of nowhere. We all jumped out, "slowly" I said. Me, Peter and Niamh made our way slowly across the road towards it, blimey it was a big 'un, must be a male judging by the size of his didgery. Speaking very softly and in a whisper, Niamh asked if she could try and stroke it, I said you best not Niamhy, they are normally full of fleas and stuff, plus, we ain't really sure how long its been dead!!
Seriously we did see the arse end of one as he hopped off into the bush, the only one we saw all trip ALIVE.
On the way to Albany, we stopped off at The Tree Top Walk, one of the things we had all been looking forward to. Just briefly, this is a walkway, very similiar to the ones you see on I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here, suspended about 100 foot above the ground. Well, the pictures of Our Wend do not do it justice, she was cacking herself, not least when the walkway starts to swing, we only made it swing a little bit more! Its designed to swing, to give you the sensation of walking across the tops of the trees. It was everything that we expected, great fun. They love their tress don't they.
                                                  This is sculpured from Tingle tree          
                                                               This is a Tingle tree
                            Little Niamhy had to go and get Our Wend, she had froze.
                                                  This is the Queen of The Jungle having a tingle!!!!
                        No your not coming back in the van, me and your Mother want some quite time.

I think I'm getting slimmer.

Plenty to do in Albany, The Amity Brig, an old supplies ship, the guy handing out the tickets etc said he had been to Brum and loved the old trams, he asked me had I been on them recently, I told him they ain't there any more. He didn't believe me, said they were there the last time he was, I said when was that, he said thirty years ago!! He wouldn't have it that they had gone, I told him Admiral Nelson had died aswell, he was unconsolable. These Aussies keep you entertained I can tell you. We had a good look around, just as I was leaving he asked me if i could help him lock up as he was disabled and couldn't manage closing the hatches. "yeah no worries" as they say over here. "can you just go below and check there is nobody down there?", this is a wind up me thinks, he's still pissed off about the trams and Admiral Nelson, better not tell him about John Lennon!!
The Brig done, sharp exit to the Whale World, and ex whaling station. Did the ship, and the exhibits, didn't realise how many different types of whales there were, or how big a real whale actually is and we only saw a skeleton of a Pygmy Blue Whale

                                                                      Get ya bleedin' hair cut
This is a Pygmy Blue Whale!!!! (The one at the back, ok?)
A true Blue Whale is 3 times this size.
Its funny how some things make you chuckle, but there was a German doing the round whilst we were there. He had a motorhome in the carpark, 50 yards from the site, but he was carrying all his worldly positions either in the rucksack or in his arms. Must be my sense of humour.
Early night needed as we were off to Esperance next day a 350 miles drive .
I was a bit daunted by the length of the drive but the roads are just brilliant and nobody on them really. You just get the bus up to 70 m/ hr and hit the cruise control. Some of the straight stretches of roads were beyond the horizon, what would that be, 25 miles? Then you get to that point and there is another 25 miles of DEAD straight road. Your neck starts to ache from just looking straight ahead. Little Niamh would massage the back of me neck every so often, bless her.

Absolute nothingness all the way to Esperance, didn't matter which way you looked. Had a quick pit stop at half way. The girl at the service depot was from Waterford, wouldn't tell me who she was hiding from.
Arrived in Esperance at 4.30pm, checked in to the Holiday Park, absolutely shite, nearly 'Deliverance' standard.
Main attraction here is the trip out to Woody Island. We had to be up nice and early to catch the ferry.
Whilst in the ablutions block that morning, I engaged in a conversation with a local chap, he was probably about 65/66, rather got the impression that he lived on the caravan park
"Morning"
"G'day"
"ho you doing"
"Good mate tar" These opening lines were being exchanged whilst he was, effectively having a bath in the sink, why he didn't take a shower I shall never know. My first glance at him I immediately noticed he had a 'Bobby Charlton' type shock of hair, hanging down his left hand side, with the tip nearly at his waist. He was squeezing a tube of something into his hand and rubbing it between his palm. The next line probably wasn't the most appropriate
"Bloody windy mate isn't it?"?"
"Windy?, windy?, nah, ya know its windy when you camp in the beach and you's wake up next day and yur tents gone. Windy?, windy? Nah, all you's terrorists think the same, get a bit of breeze and you fink its bloody windy" I think he meant 'tourists'
I glanced across again, and the hair was in a perfect 'Bobby Charlton' position, with little glimpses of his scalp in between, he then packed up his stuff and pissed off without a bye or leave.

                                                      Our mode of transport to Woody Island
                                                            Woody Island Jetty, glass bottom boat on the right.
                                                          Woody has been holding out on us
Great morning, we saw seals, sea eagles, goats all sorts of other birds. When we got to the island you could either go for a stroll amongst some more 'effin  trees, done enough of them, or go on a glass bottom boat. Me and the kids opted for the second one. Never been on one of them before, a real treat. The only other folk on the boat, other than the guy driving it, was a New Zealander who had couple of young ladies with him. He started asking the driver about a certain type of fish and whether they had them around there, yes he said. I asked him if he went fishing for them, he said sort of, "what d you mean, sort of? "Back home we go fishing  for 'em, when they get near the surface we blast 'em with a 12 bore". He said followed by a maniacal laugh. Didn't seem fair to me! "how long does this trip last I asked the skipper?"
Rest of the day we spent just chilling, went to a fab beach, read books, kids went for a swim. We had a little chap come and visit whilst we were chilling. The sand on these beaches down south is so white and texture is more like cement powder than sand.
                                                                             Busy in it?
                                                                             Lizzie or little visitor
We had to be up early again the next day as we had another 350 mile drive to Kalgoorlie, so we had ANOTHER barbie,and hit the hay, as I wanted to have brekkie at a fab point along, yet another, Great Ocean Drive, before we left Esperance.
The road to Kalgoorlie was pretty much like the drive from Albany, long straights and nothingness all around.
We stopped half way at a place called Norseman, just about caught the supermarket, got stocked up and experienced our first barbie in a public place, no its not classed as a sexual offence.
We had a mixture of bacon, chicken and beef steak, yum mee.
All fed and watered I wanted to go and find the golf course, as I was told that the 1st tee for the longest golf course in the world was in this town. Found the road, but the last third of a mile of it was on, is what they term here as 'unsealed', not tarmaced to you and me. This caused a bit of a problem, because, if we have a problem with the van along this stretch, we ain't covered. Sod it, I really wanna have a look, what can happen?
By the way if you are still checking where the whale breached on that photo, it ain't, it was a wind up!! It did breach but we didn't photo it.
We arrived at the clubhouse, very loosely termed, more like a shack, it made Pype Hayes look like Sunningdale. I sauntered into the place, there is one guy behind the bar, and two guys drinking at it, casually dressed!!!!, Shorts, vests, flip flops drinking from bottles with stubbie holders on, telly high up on the wall with the test match on. (The two Normans, thats Russell and Pimm) would have had heart attacks.
"Awright Guys, how you doing, I'm looking for the first tee of the longest golf course in the world"
'Nullarbor"
"A? I'm looookingggg fooor theeeee firsssssst..............."
"yeah, we heard, the course is called Nullarbor"
" I thought this was Norseman Golf Club" I said.
They looked at each other, thought they got a right one here. "The name of the worlds longest course is Nullarbor Links, thats because its played across an area known as the Nullarbor, which stretches from here to Melbourne, 4375 miles away. Holes 4 & 5 are here at Norseman Golf Club, holes 1 & 2 are at Kalgoorlie"
Well I didn't f*****g well know did I?
"Oh right. Is it all played on grass?"
They looked at each other again. "no not here Cobber,tees and greens are mostly astro turf or sand, the fairways have a little bit of grass on them"
"Is that because the course is so new?"
They looked at each other again, almost fighting each other to deliver the answer. "No mate, thats because we haven't had any facking rain for 8 months!!!"
I wasn't doing too well, but I think I was leaving a lasting impression on them!!
"Course doesn't look to busy for a Sunday morning"
"Well spotted mate"
"You got many members?"
"18"
"Oh right, you've each got your own hole then?" Well I thought it was amusing!!
Good as gold they asked me if I wanted a beer, better not I said, I'm driving, we were on the way to Kalgoorlie. They then pointed me in the direction of the 4th tee and I set off for a picture take.

                         Main entrance to Norseman G C. Posh eh, notice the door retention mechanism.
                                                         !8th green,  Very tight lies here me thinks.
                                                         Norseman G C tee board
                           Nullarbor Links tee box. Same tee just opposite side to the other tee board.
                                                        The clubhouse in the back ground
Just quickly going back to the subject of long straights, but there is a 90 mile stretch of road across the Nullarbor which is arrow straight. Yet another peice of completely useless info.
Whilst we were doing our photo shoot, a guy actually arrived to play the two holes here. He's on a golf course that stretches 4,000 miles ish, walks onto one of the tees and there are four other people there! He had taken 6 weeks to get from the 1st to this the 4th tee. I didn't ask.
Anyway, his first went along the ground and left, his second went up in the air and right, you wouldn't have caught me looking where he had hit them I can tell you.
A local rule on the Norseman score card, 'Avoid slow play, call others through' I kid you not, and also 'Last person to putt out, empty the cup' I have know idea. Last one 'A penalty of TWO strokes shall be incurred when a ball is holed out after it has been deflected by the sides of the players scrape'. ?????
Kalgoorlie here we come. Arrived about 4.30pm, headed straight for the caravan park, we were all desperate to get in the pool, moving inland the temperature had come up a long way, it was circa 32 now.
Kalgoorlie is a gold mining town, with some of the strangest folk I have ever seen.
Some of the folk here make folk from Tamworth and Coleshill look positively ordinary. The interbreeding that must have gone on over here way back is REALLY scary. A massive town has sprung up due to its gold reserves. A top attraction, as listed in the tour guide, is a visit to the whore house. I reckoned that was out of bounds to me.
Anyway, the first gold was discovered back in 18 hundred and frozen to death, by three irishmen, O'Shea, Hannon and Byrne. Well, blimey, they have got a lot to answer to. You have never seen in your whole life, some many people who can only just talk, walk and breath in your natural. I dread to think what those irsh fellas starting off shagging to produce this lot. Walking up the main street, it was like being on the set of "Thriller", if someone with two heads had been walking around I swear no one would have batted an eye lid.. It started to get funny in the end.
Most of the stuff that goes on here is centred around the gold mining industry the main attraction being the 'Super Pit', basically a large hole in the ground.
Some facts and figures for ya.
There are 2 no face diggers at $10m each, 35no trucks which haul the rocks to the top, they weigh 250 tonnes and can carry 600 tonnes each, $4m each to buy, they use $6k in deisel each, each day, 1no replacement tyre is $30k,The Pit made $1 billion net profit last year, its currently 500 mtrs deep, it will eventually be a least 1000 metres.
We hung around this place to long, as they said there was to be two explosions to break up the rock face, but they didn't happen.
Next up Kalgoorlie Golf Club, only opened in July, designed by Graham Marsh, $28m! Right smack in the middle of the desert. This has the first two holes of Nullarbor Links, which is a $60 dollar green fee.


                                                      Some baby's these are
                      The Super Pit, you can just make out the trucks on there way up. Honest
                               First hole Nullarbor Links, its not a bush in the foreground its Pete's bonce
                                                                             Super Pit
                                                             Second green Nullarbor Links
Back to the pool and ANOTHER barbie. Whilst we were talking to a guy at the barbie, he told us that a Tiger Snake had slithered between his two kids over night, they were in a tent, he'd spotted it as it came out and bashed it with a spade. Got me some of that Carlton Mild now, don't have the same effect on me though!!
Our trip was at an end now, next morning we hit the road at 6, for the 488 mile drive back to Perth.
Tale of the Tour
Days on the road - 11
Total miles - 1848
Litres of fuel - 523
Best caravan park-Mandalay
Worst caravan park - Bunbury aka 'Deliverance'
Best experience - Lying on me back in the cave looking at the roof.
2nd Best - Sea eagle flying alongside the boat at Woody Island. It was that close could have almost reached out and touched it.
Live wild kangaroo sightings - 1
Dead kangaroo sightings - dozens
On the road comfort breaks for Our Wend - 0
Ditto Me - 0
Ditto Little Niamh - 0
Ditto Peter - 93. He is gonna need an new water squirter before he gets to his teens.
Wrong turnings - far to many to admit.

Accidents - 1 (hit a sign post in Kalgoorlie, minor shunt! Well thats what Our Wend said I was anyway
On board toilet use - 1. Wouldn't be fair to say  who it was really. Can only give you a clue, it was a number two and not by me, Little Niamh or PJ!!
The Skerritts