The Ironstone gully rest area doesn’t feel right, whether it’s the tent that seems deserted or not, the greasy benches and gas BBQ (operating for free!), the buzzing blowflies, or just some eerie feeling, I don’t know but we decide to leave. Nossi says goodbye to his friend-for-one-night and we move on.
Our first stop is Donnybrook, city of a particular fruit but it’s kinda hard to work out what it is.
Marjo browses through a store with vintage and peculiar things and you can trust her to find something pretty.
And then she shows me the picture of what she didn’t choose instead of the rocks (the hat of course, not the other garment). Not sure if I agree with her choice.
After leaving Donnybrook we drive on to Balingup (75% of all places here end with ‘up’ for some reason) past nice scenery of flowers and trees.
Near the trees Nossi did a strange kind of dance until we worked out that he had been standing on an ant hill.
Then we arrive at Bridgetown for lunch.
And of course we need to check out why this place is called so and end up at the river. And what would a river be without a kayak!
I played with the dogs and they particularly liked my guitar play, so you can imagine that they were quite glad to see Marjo back, Nossi in particular and he did a jump in the water when she got closer. He actually tried to climb onto the kayak.
From Bridgetown we drive on through the Margaret River area hilly countryside.
After some unplanned detour thanks to our navigator and the bridge detour we drive at around 5 pm to the bush camp site in Jarrah Park. Although our book says you can camp here, the signs say something else. We played dumb and were the only campers.
The location is stunning but being the law-abiding citizens that we are, we leave quite early the next day.
Posted from Marybrook, Western Australia, Australia.
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