Margaret River to Mandurah

We’re breakfasted and packed early, and get away on time at 9am

Cowaramup is a funky little place, cafes, eclectic looking shops. “Up” means place of, so it’s the place of cows. The local  Aussie rules team are the Cowaramup Bulls, go figure how they came up with that name. This area is big dairy farms, friesian cows everywhere and green green grass.

Oh and lots of grapes vines. And sheep with black faces, dorpers I guess. And Angus cattle, not much off anything of any other colour except the black and white friesians.

Busselton Jetty is 1.9km long. We walk half way so that means we walked about 2km before a coffee.

The Don and Sharron have arranged to meet some friends from 30+ years ago from when they all lived in Jabiru in the NT. The Kakadu men and women catch up over coffee at a nice Cafe.

The final leg is up the freeway to Mandurah, a bustling city of 100,000 or so. Our apartment is nice, a bit of chipped paint to be fixed and sugar soap could clean some walls but beautiful views over the water. Mandurah has a large estuary area behind a narrow entrance to the Indian Ocean.

We meet The Don’s cousin Kelvin for a few beers at The Peninsular Hotel. He has lived over here for many years because it’s warmer than Crookwell and he’s got a wing of children and grandchildren in the area now. I don’t think Crookwell is going to win him back.

Cards Report ;

Kings is under way as soon as we get through the door. The Don feels his luck from the last few nights might continue. But, he’s disappointed, Wally and Pauolo steam ahead and Wally wins with a last a round crusher of a hand. We offer Don a box of tissues, but he’s busy plotting revenge for tomorrow.

Ciao from Mandurah WA

Pauolo