We’re now in Norseman WA at the end of the Eyre Highway in an RV park before heading south to Esperance. Not entirely sure why we are heading south as it is already bitterly cold but the white sands hold some appeal.
Just out of Victoria (I think) we called into the Serviceton historic railway station and the Wolsley WW2 fuel storage tanks. I would put pictures in here but I can’t get them up – technical hitch.
Along the way we stopped over in Adelaide to sup with Jane, Justin and Edith and rip an engine out of Suzi 2 (or is that 1 or 6 or what)
and perhaps this makes it obvious as to why – very sick little engine (poor thing).
Anyway, got out of getting too greasy cos Justin’s engines are otherwise very clean and eventually got away to move west.
From Adelaide to Port Augusta where an overnight stop was the first of our free camps which would have been $10.00 if someone was there to collect it but they wasn’t so free it was. Thank goodness for diesel heaters as so far the overnight temperatures haven’t reached a reading. (zero isn’t a reading is it?). From Port Augusta we moved on to somewhere I don’t recall but I probably took photos on the phone to jog my memory but on my IPhone they don’t come up in date sequence so I don’t know where I am. I know we did make the detour into Iron Knob, only because I think it sounds horny……
and there it was.
Not many hundreds of kilometers later we dived into Fowlers Bay, took some happy snaps, talked to a couple who travel here every year from FNQ to go fishing for 4 weeks, walked the 400metre jetty….
and then moved on.
Sometime later on we parked up at Cocklebiddy (doodle cock) so we could experience the EBO (Eyre Bird Observatory nee Eyre Telegraph Station), although before we got here our fabulous steed the V8 Patrol developed a cough. It sort of coughed its lungs up then took a deep breath and slogged on so I thought , well, thats that. After separating home from steed we took the dirt/sand to the EBO. Hit the really tricky mountain goat trail and dear steed conked out altogether. Oh, curses. Thinking thousands of dollars for rescue I was ready to set fire to something but the girls said ‘control yourself’ or other such calming phrases. Many attempts at restarting resulted in heavy clunking noises (mostly mine) but eventually it did restart and on we went with some trepidation. However we got there and our host Tony said “lets have a look under the bonnet” after which he said “shit eh!”and shut the bonnet. I’m guessing we picked up some crap fuel , probably at Eucla where the only fuel was standard at $2.65 and you didn’t have to pay for the extra water content. I’ve kept it full of PREMIUM since and it hasn’t missed a beat (yet). A point here to mention is so far the PREMIUM hasn’t been as dear as the standard at bloody Eucla. We stayed in the Cocka doodle doo caravan park which for $40.00 per night only provided power (no water except that that fell from the sky while were at the EBO so much so that we had to traipse through water to get to the van) then we had to pay $4.00 for a shower plus $2.00 for 10 litres of fresh water. But, the EBO was again a fascinating place to visit….
In the pictures above which I got into post a few days ago we have captive eagles at cocka doodle doo, a dark picture, a long straight road, what it says, Jude and Robyn lost, Eucla telegraph station buried, Head of Bight, whales at Head of Bight (you can see some logs in the water – they are whales) and finally some mishap on the Eyre Highway.
I must post this before things screw up more but finish by saying we are in Esperance now.