The last couple of days have indeed been as I expected.
Yesterday morning we spent cleaning the interior of the caravan, or at least Chris did and I helped poking here and there with cleaning clothes until I was delegated to shopping for fresh bread for lunch. I have said it before and shall say it again; my husband’s professional life as a skilled tradesman continues to stand him in good stead with everything in his life, and when I suggested that I would not have enjoyed being his apprentice, he countered by saying I would have been lucky to survive the three month trial period. I have other skills and cleaning is not one of them. Needless to say our caravan is in a very pristine state, perfect for sale, however we are not quite ready for that.
Lunchtime brought emails that required attention, so much so that a walk in the Kalamunda National Park was put aside. And before we knew it, the day was gone.
This morning we slept in, yet again, and aside from setting up a stock control system (better late than never) we drove up to Kalamunda where we filled with diesel and provisions.
Back home we started to pull down our camp; the side awnings, the mat through which the grass has grown and put away the outdoor furniture which has barely been used during the five weeks here in Perth.
Yes, it is five weeks, or will be tomorrow as we pull out, and leave we will, despite the fact that the expected mail has yet to arrive. I need not say more about that except that I somehow always wear the blame or brunt of such mismanagement, probably because I am in charge of all things administorial.
I had to check the calendar to verify how long we had actually been here, confused as to whether it was five or six weeks. It has been a strange time, longer than a normal tourist would need to do as we have, but complicated because of Chris’s trip to the United Kingdom and time spent recovering from air travel viruses.
This park has served us well and I would happily recommend it to any traveller not seeking sophisticated facilities, a welcome for their canine companions or a place to indulge in their drinking, smoking and shooting up habits. If there was a special occasion and one felt the need to celebrate in the time honoured fashion by opening an excellent bottle of plonk, one would have to remain inside for the consumption of such and then dispose of the evidence outside the park, that is, if one were to do such a thing.
Despite the fact that many parties of school children, church groups and artistic performers have passed through the venue during our stay, the park is so extensive that their lives have not impinged on ours at all. And, as for the birds here? This would have to be the very best place for magpie song we have come across. They sing with such joy and harmony from one end of the day to the other, joined from time to time by cockatoos, ring neck parrots and other avian friends.
The many trees planted in the park have shaded our camp more than we would have liked, however in the summer this would be a real bonus. And as for the cost? In the context of city tariffs, $34.50 per day is not too horrendous.
I will be sorry to leave the magpies; perhaps they are even more numerous further south?
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