Just blew in from the West. West Australia that is. A lovely place. Made friends with a Quokka or two, went to where the Indian Ocean meets the Southern Ocean, purchased some wonderful Margaret River Tawny Liqueur (cant call it Port anymore, what's the world coming to) crossed the Nullarbor (1600 kilometres of salt bush) and the longest straight stretch of rail line, anywhere in the world. Nullarbor is Latin for no trees, and there isn't. Just small trees every so often that look like camels in the distance. We made that mistake more than once. Some lovely spring wildflowers but not quite the peak season yet. Had a very bumpy ferry ride over to Rottnest Island and had a custard doughnut stolen by a vicious seagull. I was enjoying that doughnut. All in all a lovely 2 weeks but we are really in need of some home cooking and our own bed. One that doesn't rock from side to side and a bit wider than an ironing board.