Margaret River Area

Our first 3 days at Gracetown have been spent with Lynne at her son’s beach house and we have been spoilt with all the running about. We have visited galleries, coffee shops, Cape Naturaliste, Prevally Beach, Margaret River and the river mouth plus so much more. Thank you Lynne.







The weather was showery at best but the intrepid travelers kept at it.

When Lynne left for home we moved to Gracetown Caravan Park for a few days where our visitors included 3 kookaburras, two of which sat at our table to be fed.



A “game“of tennis proved how unfit we are.

We visited Gnomesville at Dardanup which has inspired another poem.


They are gathered on the banks of the creek which to them is home,

Even the one swinging back and forth and known as Metro Gnome.

The gnomes were here the gnomes were there

Wherever you looked the gnomes were there.

On the banks of the creek they were lined, with every gnome you’d hope to find,

In the hollows and on the hills too, up the trees and beside the road through.

There were cricketing gnomes and soccer gnomes, basketball, softball and badminton gnomes.

The hockey trollops they were there along with some gnomes with golden hair.

Every club and group was represented there by gnomes from far and wide.

The Turners with Mum and Dad, the kids and a dog were proudly sitting on a log.

The Farrington-Brownes from Derbyshire, with vacant stares stood around a fire.

A nursing team who were far from home were all sat listening on a phone.

A tea party of gnomes sat around a table taking tea with Aunty Mabel.

Everywhere was a gnome at home, so many it even prompted a poem.

Gnome gnome on the range where acres of little folk dwell,

Where red caps are showin’ and white beards are blowin’

Right here in this Gnomesville bush dell.

The whole affair was quite surreal and this scene in the bush had a funny feel.

There wasn’t a gnome away from home under the measured beat of The Metro Gnome.

So head out now to Dardannup and add to this story.

Bring your own little gnome for a piece of the glory.

You wont leave your gnome alone.

Jan 2017 © TCD

  On the way home we visited Busselton and Dunsborough, where we had afternoon tea with Dennis and Colleen who we met at Vince Connolly Crossing in NT and then again at Bullara Station WA. It was lovely to catch up and to enjoy some more of Colleen’s famous scones, which were all the rage at Bullara Station.



From Gracetown we had a short hop across to Wharncliffe Mill camp closer to Margaret River and in the middle of a karri forest. The bush walks were good with one of them ending up about 12km when we took a wrong turn.










Time has been spent exploring the Margaret River area with visits to Cowaramup, Mgt River, Augusta and Cape Leuwin. Wineries, deer farm and the cape lighthouse where the Indian and Southern oceans meet plus lunch at Colour Patch in Augusta were among our stops.

  Walks and more walks saw us slowly regain some fitness and nibble off a bit of weight.






Our next move was a little further south down Caves Road to Leuwin Naturaliste National Park, Conto Campground. This is a lovely camp set amongst peppermint trees within walking distance of the rugged coastline. The Cape to Cape walk from Leuwin in the south to Naturaliste in the north passes here, and the walk along the cliff tops was awesome, with great views to the sea and rocks below, and to the beach at Conto Springs where we had a dip in the ocean.

We are becoming quite reasonable bread and scone makers and Dawn has excelled with some lovely pies.

Little blue fairy wrens have been coming right up to our feet here and we have seen race horse goannas. Brush tailed phascogale , pygmy possums, ring tails and brush tail possums are returning to the area after successful 1080 baiting of foxes and feral cats for the past 20 years.

From here we head to Windy Harbour on the south coast. Hope that it doesn’t live up to its name too much so we can enjoy some good fishing.