I’ve never stayed at Walpole on WA’s south coast. I have always driven through it to somewhere else – fast. The line of uninspiring functional shops and cafés set back off the busy South Coast highway and framed by car parks does not make for a picturesque country town. A coastal settlement of 450, it lacks the broad open vista of an inlet lapping at its doorstep, like Denmark, its next door neighbour. Continue reading “Surprising Walpole”→
“It’s not the Bungle Bungles,” snipped Steven, his vowels marking him as another Kiwi supporting the tourist industry here in the East Kimberley region of WA. It’s the Bungle Bungle Range, or just the Bungles.” Good luck changing that! Continue reading “A Bungle in the Kimberley”→
We are sometimes exhorted to travel to our own backyard; to get off the well-trodden path and examine our own environs anew, or with more time and interest. Our usual travel instinct is to venture somewhere else when there are things nearby, under our noses, that are, well, quite interesting. Many of us explore other people’s cities, towns and landscapes more than our own. Continue reading “Butler’s Backyard”→
Two men in a boot; forget Jerome K Jerome’s tale of three toffs on the Thames who finish a day’s row on the river with a three-course dinner, a few ales and a down-filled bed. This is about two blokes in late middle age scrambling up and down the Bibbulmun Track – perhaps for the last time.
My partner in boots, Roger the dodger, and I are on a two and a half day hike through pristine bush in the Mundaring water catchment area. This is a test of resolve: of nostalgia and optimism over age and creaking knees. Continue reading “Bibbulmun: and the ghost of Cobber”→