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The last camp

Out of the blue one night in Batemans Bay, I received a message from a family we’d met in Edith Falls. They were over from the UK for six months visiting parents, and were about to head back. We got in touch, told them we were close to Sydney and asked if they fancied a wee camping trip before leaving, and they said yes! Brilliant!

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NSW and almost home

When we started our trip we had a week of a heatwave, followed by months of rain. Our final weeks looked to be shaping up just the same, as far as the rain was concerned that was. We had a few nice days in Melbourne, and one or two in Inverloch but apart from that, it had been miserable.

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Flying through Victoria

Leaving Coonawara, the landscape continued to be flat, and fertile. Huge farms all over the place, dotted with the occasional vineyard, and then, the forests took over again. Ahhhh… The obligatory stop at the border for a photo, accompanied by the inevitable moan from the kids, and we were into Victoria.

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Ten days in South Australia

We sat on the roof of a little Oyster shack, looking out over tidal flats on one side, and the border crossing on the other. And relax. It was nice to have that over and done with. The Oysters arrived and I was delighted when Katie actually tasted one. There’s no way I would have tried an oyster at that age.

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Crossing the Nullarbor

The Nullarbor is a vast desert plain that separates Western Australia from the rest of the country, and the road that cuts through it is called the Eyre Highway, after the first European to manage the crossing – Edward John Eyre.

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Life, Pirates

Tingle Trees, ANZACs & Pirates

From Cape Leeuwin we managed another two hours until we’d had enough. Walpole was the spot. 60km’s short of Denmark, where we had been aiming for. Now to find a place to stay. The camper trailer is a bit of a two-man job, so we’d resigned ourselves to the fact that we might have to stay in a few wee cabins, or cheap motel rooms until Erin could walk properly.

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Fucked Feet & Old Friends

“Shit. Are you OK?”
“Ah, no, not really. No no. I’ll be fine.”
“Jesus. Are you sure? Should we go to a hospital?”
“Hmm, maybe, I think so.” 

That’s roughly how it went. I think. Frankly I was a bit flabbergasted by the whole thing.

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