Heavenly Beverley : Homeward Bound

Monday, 12 August 2019

Homeward Bound

We are in Dalwallinu tonight, two hundred and thirty kilometres from Station House in Heavenly Beverley. We are eating our last dinner on the road. Stella was in her crate, now out of her crate so we are certainly looking forward to the space of our home. In spite of minor annoyances, all in well with our world.

Time for reflections. Seven weeks, we have decided is too long away. Five weeks is too short. Six weeks will be just about right. We are already planning for winter 2020. The dogs will be with us. Madame Ruby, if still on this plane of existence, will be fed and medicated. We hope the Pirate Parrot can be farmed out to best friends Jan and Greg (asking in advance!)

A bit of homesickness and lack of space aside, we have had the most marvellous trip. Cue delivered, as per usual. Newman was utilitarian and sensible, a place to stop whilst Michael was recovering from a chest infection. Nullagine surprised beyond all expectations. Marble Bar was the first place we would like to return to in 2020 for an extended period. Port Hedland blew our socks off. Roebourne was rediscovering its destiny. Onslow, Old Onslow and Three Mile Pool captivated us. Carnarvon was brilliant, plus we acquired Stella. Geraldton was hip and cruisy, despite appalling pizza. Dalwallinu is a perfect last stopover before home. Lovely caravan park, beautiful amenities and an easy last day's drive.

Honourable mention must go to Cheela Plains Station for providing adventure, relaxation, wonderful staff - Les, Louise and Maurice - and a night sky beyond description. Tom Price for being possibly the most beautiful and easy-going town in the Pilbara. No power but a lovely stay - Dales camping area at Karijini. As we will have the dogs with us in 2020, all national parks will be out. What will be will be. We have missed our fur baby (ies) too much.

So tomorrow we will be home with truckloads of memories. Our fantastic housesitters, Patrick and Liz have kept the home fires burning for the last forty-nine days. We wish them well as they dash to another job back in New South Wales! Pip has apparently forgotten how to limp and is enjoying walks again. Ruby the cat is still, well, a cat...

And Stella is about to become the third stooge once more.