It was time to move on. As we only had to go as far as
Margaret River, we did not really have to make an early start. Saying goodbye
was easy too, because we would see them again in Albany on Friday, all being
well.
It is quite remarkable how a 4-night stay makes you forget
about what needs to be done to get on to the road again. However, by paying
attention and cross-checking we got the job done and made our way down the
freeway in a southerly direction.
The road was good, the weather co-operated, the caravan
toddled on behind without a murmur. We breezed around Bunbury, Joke checking in
on Facebook on the way. The next time we had reception, there was a message
from Helen Jonker, inviting us for lunch in Bunbury! Oh, the power of social
media! We declined with regret, having passed Busselton by then and into the
home stretch for Taunton Farm Holiday Park near Cowaramup.
Once there, we settled in and vedged out. We had
been here once before, in a cabin that time, and we had promised ourselves to
bring the caravan here. The park is spacious, quiet and pleasant, part of a
working farm. There were a lot of young families with kids there, but this did
not cramp our style in any way. Dinner was to be pizzas – not home-made as home
was too far away – but our favourite thin ones heated up on the Weber.
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