Good Morning Fremantle!
Low 11°c (52°F) – High 17°c
(63°F)
You may remember I said I liked the sound of rain on the roof of the
caravan but not so keen on thunderstorms…. Well thank you Fremantle – you
delivered both just to make the experience complete. At around 4.00am the heavens opened with an
extremely heavy downpour followed by a couple of lightning strikes that lit the
van completely and thunder to follow.
Half awake I got up to go to the toilet and must have bumped the cold
water tap on the shower as I passed by.
At first I thought the massive amount of water pouring on me meant the
hatch was open, but full consciousness a second or two later screamed “COLD
SHOWER” and allowed me the presence of mind to turn the tap off. Now dripping wet and wide awake I got to
really appreciate the rest of the storm as it passed through.
We packed up between showers (those of the heavenly kind) and despite
hoping to get away early, drove out the gate around 9.30. Despite the stormy weather over night and a
dull start, we had a pleasantly sunny drive most of the way to Busselton which
made the trip more enjoyable however even though it was over 200km there wasn’t
very much of any interesting sights along the way. The water alongside the road and in many
paddocks was consistent for most of the trip so it had been an abundant
storm. Some of the road names provided
some interesting tongue twisters and a few odd sculptures on the side of the
road left us guessing.
Being back in civilization again we were once again amongst service
centres and their food offerings. It’s
good to see fuel back to a reasonable price as well which is why I thought
Shane was snapping a photo as we pulled into one of the centres to grab
something for lunch. But no – he had
spotted a sign on the board for “Pappy’s Burgers” – and being “Pappy” to our
girls at home he thought that was funny.
Meanwhile instead of Pappy’s Burgers, we stopped in at Miami Bakehouse
for pies, a loaf of bread and vanilla slices.
All three were top quality!
Back on the road, we pulled in to Busselton just after 1.00pm and of
course it had started raining again. We
set up in between the showers and settled in to eat our bakery goodies and a
coffee. Just after lunch sun came out so
we grabbed the opportunity to go for a drive but the clouds and heavy rain
followed in quickly even before we had much of an opportunity to look around,
and so we turned back to camp with windscreen wipers on full.
Only a few other caravans were in the park, we’ve been fortunate to be
able to make our plans on a day by day basis and still be able to get in where
we choose. A few more campers pulled in
later in the afternoon/evening but the park was still about 90% empty. Yes I know – all the sensible people are
north in the warmth!
4.00pm was a date for another NRL match which finally saw a win for the
Storm! It’s a wonder though that we
could hear the match as we had noisy campers, a family of about 6 or 7 right
behind us, in a caravan and 3 swags. The
kids were yelling at one another and the parents, who were indulging in a few
drinks, got louder and louder. It went
on until around 9.00pm and then they moved into the caravan. Unfortunately for the rest of us it sounded
like they were rehearsing a number for Riverdance as the stomping and loud
voices continued until after 10.00pm. In
some ways we were lucky it was really cold as when I turned the air conditioner
onto heat it helped to drown out some of the noise. I don’t understand when the park is so empty
why when allocating sites to people they put everyone together. There were a few caravans dotted throughout
the park but where we were located there was a block of 7 sites occupied all
side by side. It would have been nice to
have a bit of space in between but you take what you get I guess. The rain continued through the night and we
were hoping it might have rained itself out by tomorrow.
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