Around OZ The First Time

It is much bigger than the earlier one, and if we really wanted to we could have taken this one home. We decide to return it and as I let it go, its disorientation has it swimming back up the beach.

We need to work “with” the Aboriginal community not “on” them.

The Rottnest visitors are back, with tall tales and truths of the trip. There are snaps of Quokkas as you would expect, as well as tales of the trip, the cool and the day.

At the normal “beer o’clock” we gather at the Silver Leader Beer Garden, where he informs us, a good friend of his from school, who does winery tours of the area, is about to join us.

Ice cream ticked off the list, what’s next. Ping pong at Wayne’s home sounds like a plan, I think we are all winery’d out.

Robyn spies a whale out wide. In the rough sea, it is not easy to spot, then it starts flapping its fins in the surf making it easier to see.

The reception staff have seen this all too often and send us directly to our sites, leaving us to return to fix up the fees. Smart move on their part.

There is confusion as to what we are aiming to do today. Robyn and I need to have jabs for whooping cough so we can see a newborn in Echuca in a couple of weeks. Rosalie wants to get her hair done and Forbsy, just wants to play Forbsy, but does not want to stay in his van.

As I return, the others are preparing for a beach walk in the twilight. The sand here is bleached white and the azure water rolls over it, backwards and forwards, simply cleaning it more.

Far too often, we have said to ourselves, “when we come back, we will have to spend more time”, and that is right, but life gets in the way, and if we allow it, the little things will take over.

The first bait was gone and I felt nothing. It was the head of the squid and I had tied it on for better attachment, but the fish are quick here evidently.

Walking back, I run into a family of emus. Dad and seven chicks are feeding beside the road.