When we were kids, whenever my sisters and I were bundled into the car, invariably one of us would ask "Dad...where are we going"? The usual response from Dad was "There and back to see how far it is". Within these pages Sharon and I have tried to capture our experiences and impressions of the places and people we've come across whilst trying to find out for ourselves "..how far it is".
Day 25: 18th Sept 2014
Today we left Albany for Bremer Bay, a little village whose main reason for existing appears to be as a weekend location for amateur fisherman. The caravan park we stopped at was full of permanent “fishing shacks” of various sizes, shapes and elaborateness.
The staff here were very nice and helpful and even dropped off a fire pit for us to use, free of charge.
Sharon wandered across road to a walking track in search of more wildflowers to photograph. She wasn’t disappointed.
Later, Dave, Sharon and I drove around to look at possible fishing spots and to drive out onto the beach, mostly just because we could.
The rest of the day was spent just lounging around, relaxing and doing generally very little.