Part Three – Finding Fun @ Findhorn


(L – R, our group – Pamela, Greg, Niels, Ilsmarie (Focalisers), Julz, Margreta, Beat, Juli, Regina, Corinne, John, Robert, Franciska)
After our daily, early morning forest walk, Julz and I met our group for morning breakfast and then we all went to the Ballroom for our first morning session – games. Ok, as adults we rarely get the chance to play games, however, here at Findhorn it is a way to bring our group closer together. Without giving too much away, we basically played a host of games that required no props, just us and our sense of humour, and some free flowing dancing. We now have some great ideas to create “ice breakers” within groups and needless to say, we all came away hugging even more than we started with (and believe me, we were already a huge hugging group). So much FUN was had by all, we made some fun memories and laughed lots too.

We broke for our lunch, always a good, healthy salad with beans etc, then off to our respective “LOVE IN ACTION” service teams. On our return, we met again for supper and after a hearty “tatter”, (baked spuds with fillings) we re-grouped and had another special community guest, Stewart, who allowed us to ask any question about the Findhorn Foundation – how it was set up and how it manages itself as a non for profit etc. It is also the headquarters of the Global Ecovillage Network and has strong links to the United Nations – click here for more background.

The next day we bussed back to the Park, to partake in some gardening activities. Thinking we may learn some organic gardening tips, only to discover we were pretty handy weeders, so we all got down on our knees and pulled out weeds amongst the flower gardens. We went inside to learn about seeding plants, only to discover how to clean seedling pots out, or how to paint stones. Ah well, I suppose you have to start at the beginning to understand – and here we all were, singing, laughing and being loud doing the most menial of tasks. This was truly “LOVE IN ACTION”.

We were all given the evening off, so after supper, Robert, Margreta, Julz and I set up a game of old fashioned Monopoly in the lounge for some more FUN. Needless to say the capitalistic bankers world was upon us, and being the ‘rich overlord’ took us as far away from Findhorn as possible – for one night only (others went to join in the Sacred Dance celebrations).

The Cluny College “chilling” area 

The main foyer within Cluny College


(This is the circle within the Nature Sanctuary @ the Park)

We had the morning off to explore the Park and surrounding areas, which a small group of us, Juli R, Franceska, Julz and I, walked around the ecovillage and out to Findhorn Bay, which has a beach coated in flat tumbled stones, (needless to say three boxes of these are on their way back to Brisbane, Australia) and to explore Findhorn Village. We met some amazing Scottish people who sat with us sharing cake and coffee and chatting like long lost friends. 

Flower bed at Findhorn Village

Findhorn Bay 

(Sign within the Findhorn Foundation Park )

We returned to Cluny College to finish off our week with another wise community member sharing more deeper insights into ourselves and life in general. It is a spiritual community that does not push any particular doctrine or philosophy and allows you to explore whatever that means for you. Did I mention their library? Ok, wow, and I never did have enough time to explore.

We also went, as a group, to a beautiful forest with a rapid waterfall and the bush land that was lush and moss covered. We were asked to go off into the forest by ourselves for two hours, and listen to the trees, water, birds, or meditate.


So I found a quiet secluded space beside the running river and listened. Do you know how hard that is to do? Well, it was for me.😜 (not so hard for Julz)

About an hour in I spotted Robert, the youngest and quietest member of the group, and he came over and sat with me on a moss covered log. It was an amazing experience to sit with him, chatting for the next hour. Robert is 18 and is a similar personality to my brother, Clint, who is no longer here.

We returned back to Cluny College on our final night, sharing thoughts about our experience week. We concluded with some more Sacred Dance and we had our farewell dinner to say our goodbyes.

It was an interesting week for everyone in our group. Having never experienced, or ever been involved in a week long activity like this, we had all built a special bond with each member of our group. Great friendships have been formed.

In short summary, we are very pleased we have done Experience Week at Findhorn Foundation. It is certainly an eye-opener for us to view, close up, community based living and a working ecovillage that is successful in its longevity.

At the heart of Findhorn Foundation is a solid “non for profit” educational institutional model that invites you back as many times as you can afford. To be an active community member takes many visits and completion of the programmes before you “qualify” to live there. It creates a new reality of “what is possible” in creating your own community and Findhorn definitely leads the way in this, globally. Many of our group had an uneasy sense of returning back to their “normal world” and the challenge of going back to it.

We are better for the experience and the great relationships we have formed with our group.

For more on the Global ecovillage network – click here.


On the Saturday morning, after breakfast, Corinne (the other Australian) and her friend Christine, drove Julz and I back into Inverness, Scotland, to pick up our hire car.

All ready for our road trip, we point the car in the direction of Isle of Skye, in the Highlands of Scotland, and started winding our way across to the stunning Isle of Skye town of Portree. After wandering the streets for an hour we zoom off to find our Air BnB host home in Torrrin. We turn off the main highway at Broadford and end up on a single vehicle track. Sheep are wondering aimlessly in front of us and the hills are surrounding us with lush, green grass. I am driving and actually get us lost. Julz is not happy when I have to call our host, hang on, no service.

This part is not going so well and Julz is “not happy, Jan”. 🤔 😳

To be continued….


(Main Street  Inverness, Scotland – they love unicorns. “If you can’t be yourself, then be a Unicorn”)

Isle of Skye – turning off from Broadford to Torrins


Portree – Isle of Skye, Scotland.

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Part Two – Finding ourselves at Findhorn 

(Pic courtesy of Juli Russell)

If you want some further background on the Findhorn Foundation – click here.

The interesting part of visiting Findhorn Foundation is that it is in two parts. Where we stay is known as the Cluny College, Forres (it is based at Cluny Hill) not Findhorn, which is 20 mins away by car. Cluny can house up to 100 short term visitors. This is where we ate together, three times a day. We all have our own bedrooms, however, Julz and I are the only couple attending, so the rest are sharing in rooms of three.

The second part is “the Park” (Findhorn), which is where it all started in 1962, and continues to thrive today, with a living, working, Eco village, Garden and Universal Hall, for over 400 residents living in a range of various, unique eco style homes. Some of the earliest homes were caravans, (a few remain) and then later some have been converted from old “Whisky barrels” into Eco homes with many new houses being added.


The nearest village to the Findhorn Park, is Findhorn Villlage and the stunning Findhorn Bay. (with awesome shaped large flat stones) A small fleet of mini buses transfer people between the two spaces, and the week we are guests, they are also celebrating forty years of Sacred Dance, (for the week) with over 100+ guests participating in Sacred dance at the Universal Hall, every single day. As well there are people returning doing further “courses” beyond “Experience Week” (more about that later in future blog).

After a nice, healthy small breakfast, on day two, we assemble in the College Ballroom, together with the room full of Brazilians (approx 20) and our group (11). We all proceed to learn a host of cultural dances from a range of cultures and nations. It turns out to be so much fun for one and all – music, art and dance is a universal language. We have an early brunch, as we start our afternoon sessions early at 12.15pm.

The afternoon session is all about Angel cards. This class takes place in the Sanctuary room. The chairs/cushions are in a circle around a large bowl with fresh flowers and a candle. This room, we are advised, is available 24 hours a day, for personal mediation, or for daily morning group meditations or morning Taize singing.

We pull a card each and someone selects a card for our group. VISION is the group card chosen and mine is SYNTHESIS. Julz selects BIRTH.

That helps set the tone for the week and off we all go on the Findhorn bus to get a guided tour of the Park. We are met by a long term Findhorn community member, IAN COOK. We follow Ian around and get an insight into “the PARK”, it’s history and deeper insights into the Eco housing, community and the Universal Hall. We barely scratch the surface, however, it gives us a better “feel” of its reason for existing. We then proceed to a purpose built space, almost a hobbits room, called “Natures Sanctuary”. This part of our programme is called, INNER SHARING. We meet another wise older Findhorn community lady, Auriel. This was a highlight as she imparted a lovely story of a challenge she had encountered with her own daughter. She shared, listened and added words of wisdom to the members of our group. She had to be in her mid ’80’s and had lived on and off in Findhorn for forty years. She had studied a lot of Rudolf Steiner, a philosopher, polymath, whom I have deep respect for (ever heard of Steiner schools?)


That night we came back to enjoy another healthy dinner together. Eating in a group is fun, as we all move around to different people to get more insight about each other. At 7.30, after dinner, (they call it supper) we meet our group again to “attune” to our service departments. What this means is that, over the next few days, we all get to work in an area that benefits the whole community. It is three hours a day (over four of our days) in either Garden, Dining room, Kitchen or Home care. When we arrived we all had to do at least one night volunteering cleaning up after supper. This is known as K.P. – or Kitchen Party. Everyone volunteers, including all community members, focalisers and newbies. It is all part of what is known as “Love In Action” (a word used by Alice A Bailey in her books that Eileen Caddy – co- founders studied). LOVE IN ACTION is simply a work “in service”.


Coloured cards were placed on the floor, with the objective that you stood on the card that drew you. From this process we all end up in a particular service department. Julz gets the College dining room and I get House care at the Park with Juli R, which ended up being the “hooverer” plus cleaning the plates and cutlery “putter away-er” and for Juli R, the table cleaner. We each then meet our new team who we spend time with. My Focalisers are two eccentric gentle-men, Rory and Joseph. (I say “eccentric” in the nicest way, they were like really funny comedians). They have been living in the community for 35 years and 15 years. We have three others on our team, Brunt, Tia and Lee. They were all doing another course, which was called, Being In Community (BIC) and they had all done an Experience Week at some stage, as had Rory and Joseph many years before.

We finished our first day of “Love In Action” and returned with Julie R (from Florida/Austria) and Corinne, who worked in the Park kitchen, and the Gardeners, John, Robert and Pamela, on our little bus back to Cluny Hill College for supper.

To finish the night off we came together for a “recap” of our day, an ‘attunement’ and check in with each other. Another special guest from the community then joined us, who shared, with passionate enthusiasm information about nature of the trees and plants. He bought many rocks and wood with lichen, which we all viewed to see the wonder under the microscope. As above, so below.

We learnt how the microcosms within the forests are as important as the large trees themselves and how it is, and we, are all connected.

Priceless.

Mt Isa to Toowoomba and home – in 68 days!! (Not 100 days as we first thought).

(Pics to come later – when we get coverage again)
Mt Isa brought back memories for me. Back in 1978, I joined a band in Mt Isa for six weeks. Only a month before I flew to Mt Isa, I had met Julz in Townsville (Julz was holidaying) whilst performing bass in a band. I was touring with a band from Hobart (who broke up in Townsville). The band I went to join in Mt Isa, had a residency at the local Mt Isa Hotel four nights a week. The guitarist, Greg Shaw, I had met briefly in Townsville, where he managed a local group, Skintite. Greg and the other two members were more interested in water skiing on the Mt. Isa lake, Lake Moondarra than writing songs or learning new ones.

Also, Mt Isa is a mining town, established in 1923, known for zinc, silver, copper and lead now with a population of around 22,000. I remember the bad treatment of local indigenous people in 1978 and the effect that alcohol was having on them with their own drinking house, called “The Snake Pit”.  

I left the band after six weeks and returned to Brisbane and wooed Julz to come and live in Hobart, Tasmania (Julz and I were both 19 at the time – and yes, 38 years on, we are still going strong).

Greg Shaw and I reconnected ten years later, as he was running a music agency/management company that went on to assist in establishing Keith Urban into Nashville USA. When I think of Mt Isa, I think of Greg Shaw and also wanting to leave the band to connect with Julz in Brisbane.

We stayed one night in Mt Isa, and early morning we picked up fresh fruit and veggies and were off on the road again. All I can say is that this part of “The Outback” in central western is dry and lifeless. We saw very little in wildlife, cattle or sheep. We noticed the landscape was now a yellowy gold grass. It is obvious that the long drought is really affecting these regional areas of Australia. We drove 478 kms and arrived mid afternoon in Winton – Australia’s capital of Dinosaurs. There is a triad of regions, Hughenden, Richmond and Winton that have an abundance of dinosaur fossils and footprints in stones etc.

The whole central western part of Queensland has been suffering from extreme drought and as we left Winton it started to rain, in fact, it poured down for two days. The area of Longreach got a good soaking too, so much of our driving was in the drizzle.

We passed through Barcaldine, which was the birth place of the Australian Labor Party, and viewed the tree of knowledge, which remembers the struggle of the first shearers strike back in the late  1800’s.


We stopped three more sleep stops along the way home. First was the tiny little ‘cutey’ town of Tambo. Looks like the Teddy Bears have invaded the town, and maybe this is a way for them to recover from a devastating experience with wild dogs who have obliterated (we were informed by a local) the sheep industry in the area. Apparently it has had such an impact that they have started making Teddy Bears in the Main Street to balance the future of this town – scary!

Second stop over was the Chinchilla Tourist Park. We decided, for fun, to get a courtesy bus to the local Chinchilla RSL for dinner. The amount of small demountable homes at the Tourist Park (easily 100) and another area with a few hectares of sheds was amazing, therefore, we asked the bus driver why so many? She advised that Chinchilla is a coal seam gas area. Fracking? Yes, loads. She said that the upside for the agricultural area was that more water is available, through better irrigation for crops to grow. Only going on what I have been told, CSG can have devastating effects on the land, over the longer term. Anyway, not to get into a heated discussion, we went to the RSL, and experienced some local activity before the first State of Origin game. Which we have zero interest in, so we caught the courtesy bus and went back to camp.

Third and final last stop was in Toowoomba. Julz mum, Bet, has two brothers living at Highfields and Meringadan, on the outskirts of Toowoomba. One of Julz uncles, Lex, is battling with cancer, and it was great to spend some quality time with him. Her other uncle Jim and Aunty Marge are the parents of Jamie, who we stayed with at Carmel, Perth. It was great to have a big family catch up with Julz relations, as our final night away. Julz and I stayed with her Uncle Jim, whilst Bet and Ron stayed at Lex’s property with the caravan and Gypsy, the dog.

We arrived home around midday on Friday 3rd of June after 68 days around Australia on our adventure. We have so many great memories that we have made along the way, and have a real respect for our beautiful country. For Julz and I, we really do now love the coastlines of South Australia, Western Australia and the ancient and modern, natural world of the Northern Territory. We have a real appreciation, and better understanding, of the First Nation People of this land and their ongoing issues with the land rights.

We have about four weeks before we depart on our overseas four month adventure, so we have decided to put a mattress in the back of our Hyundai iload van and head away up to the sun and beaches of the central eastern coast of Australia. (Maybe one blog about this in two weeks time).

This traveling adventure, for us, is still underway – life is great, and we are so grateful for this wonderful opportunity to explore our country and then abroad. Thanks for reading our journal and giving us such lovely positive feedback, we really appreciate it! 

We also thank “the outlaws”, Ron and Bet, for joining us (or allowing us to join them) on this safe trip (no one got eaten by Orcas (killer whales), Crocodiles or wild Dingoes – and we also survived each other….. Um, almost….. Hooray!!) 😜✌️

Albany, Denmark and arriving at Margaret River

   
   
Staying at a caravan park in Albany on the beach was really lovely. The area we have travelled through to get here has been extremely green, so lots of rainfall and cloudy skies, and a wee bit cool! The sand is very white and fine , however, there is an abundance of seaweed which has prevented us from fishing. Dad has been anxious to drop a line, although the fish you have the possibility of catching here are extremely different from Queensland. We went to a picnic place where an estuary met the beach – beautiful and peaceful… 

It is interesting travelling with a different generation and the foods that we have compromised on eating with both sides. It has been difficult to get fresh fruit and vegetables, as we have not found any specific shops, and have compromised with buying not the freshest at IGA, or starve! (IGA’s are in abundance in the country areas)

Caravan Parks ‘frequenters’ are super friendly and have shared their travelling info freely with us, which has been invaluable and we have visited places through these recommendations that have been extraordinary that we would have unfortunately missed – a bonus!

The Sandalwood Factory was worth a look too.  The Sandalwood trees are a native to WA and the oil is extracted for perfume bases (Chanel etc) and for scenting incense.  This factory exports all over the world from trees grown in northern WA.  

Denmark – a fabulous place which we, being ‘eternal hippies’, fitted in with extremely well. Lots of hip shops, very similar to what we left behind in West End, although the feeling they are struggling as evidenced in signage of ‘business for sale’ in the windows.

Arriving in Margaret River overnight after following an arduous twisted, turning narrow road for some of the time, took a lot longer than we anticipated. We left at 8am and arrived at 4pm, with admittedly a stop at the ‘Valley of the Giants’ tingle trees at Walpole for morning tea – incredible viewing. 

The trip is an extraordinarily rewarding experience of newness. It is always great to get out of your comfort zone to explore, and I am really grateful of the shared experience with my soulmate.

Beautiful bays, killer whale sharks and sperm (whales)

  

  

  

     

 Bremer Bay turns out to be a real treasure. It is 60 kms off the main highway and is a quiet, stunning beach side township. We all admit that it has an amazing feel, so we explore the estuaries and beaches and all the views. The sands are still white, not unlike Espérance further up the coast.
The lush green farmland is quite in contrast to the dry land we have witnessed over the past few weeks. Bremer Bay Caravan Park is the first well lawned park we have stayed in, with the exception to Cummins, back in SA.

Up bright and early the next day to be ready at the main jetty to meet the Naturaliste Charters boat that is taking me for the viewing of the whales. Julz, Bet and Ron all decide to not participate, which is fine, and they allow me to go off on a day adventure, alone.

The boat is 55 foot long and skippered by an ex NZ guy, Matt. The crew of three are friendly and we are joined by a family of four, from Perth, a couple from NZ and a couple from South Australia. We head out at 7.30am towards the Bremer Canyon. This is an Eco hot spot that was found off the coast, not too long ago, that is about 70 kms out to sea, that is a stunningly beautiful, remote habitat with marine wildlife: whaler sharks, sperm whales, giant squid, masses of sea birds and the largest known group of killer whales (Orcas) in the Southern Hemisphere.

They suspect that this wildlife wonderland is created by a massive hydrocarbon pocket under the seabed, which fuses with the surrounding water to create an ice-like reef known as methane hydrate. This in turn sparks a whole food chain involving crustaceans releasing billions of nutrient-rich eggs into the desolate waters.

So we head out to the open ocean, remembering to take my ginger calming tablet and a sea sickness tablet for good measure. We have a fruity morning tea and start to look out for any sign of wildlife. Albatross come into view and a whole bunch of sea birds.

They say this is a good sign, so we keep our eyes open for any killer whales activity.

Another hour later, way out on the horizon, one of the crew has spotted a stream of grey mist. We speed over to discover as close jump of a sperm whale on the top of the water. He (yes they can tell by the side they blow water out from) only stays a few minutes and then, with tale in the air, dives downwards, which we armed told can last up to an hour and a half. We look further and see another blowing water mist and off we go again. After seeing three sperm whales, which are quite rare to see, we look for the Orcas. The boat goes still and we bob around in two metre swells. A few of the guests start downstairs to be sick. The remainder of us, eat lunch and keep looking for wildlife.   

It turned out that we are at the tale end of the season for killer whales. None show, after three hours, we head back to shore. Not disappointed, as the day is stunning, to be out on the ocean and we get to see wild seal lions on a little island heading back to shore. I highly recommend this tour to anyone venturing to this part of Australia.

We arrive back about 3 in the arvo and hook up with Julz, Ron and Bet and Gypsy.
They have explored the whole of Bremer Bay and rave about its beauty. This is, b y far, the nicest little beach town we have uncovered so far on our adventure.

We pack up the next day and head off to our next stop, Albany. Albany is a late port city, 420km SE of Perth, the state capital. Albany, with a population of 30,000 is the oldest permanently settled town in Western Australia, pre dating Perth and Fremantle by over two years. We are off today to explore Albany…….along with Denmark, approximately 50 kms drive from Albany.   

Surfing at Wave Rock and discovering Espèrance (hope)

   
   
Julz was determined to do some fossicking whilst in Kalgoorlie, so we trotted off to the Dept. of Mines to pay our $25 for a lifetime “Miners right”. In Western Australia, to do any prospecting or fossicking you require a “pass” to dig. Only on crown land I might add, unless you get specific approval from a property owner.With picks, sieves and buckets in tow, we drove off 80 kms south of Kalgoorlie to the middle of nowhere, just north of Widgiemootha.

The bush land is untouched, except for the road side garbage that is thrown from passing “pigs” in cars and trucks.

Julz, Ron and I explore into rugged, but beautiful, bush to scrape, like chooks in a hen yard, through a range of gem stones. I think I found a diamond, not sure as yet, and Julz has a bucket load of beaut, coloured stones. Bet stayed back at the camp with the dog, Gypsy, to have some time alone.

We packed up and left Kalgoorlie early this morning, heading on the road to Southern Cross and then south to a place called Hyden – Wave Rock.

Looking at the clouds in the back of the car as Julz drives us, resembling artistic brush strokes sweeping across the stunning blue skies. The landscape starts to change, quite dramatically, to paddocks filled with, what looks like, golden wheat or grain. We stop at a little stop in the middle of “whoop whoop” to find a service station selling diesel and discover to our surprise it is the best price so far on our travels.
We travel to our destination at Wave Rock, set up camp and wonder over to view the Wave Rock area. Our camp is set up only three minutes walk to see this amazing granite “wave” a frozen surf wave in rock. Quite a unique sacred space. We then visited the “Hippo’s yawn”, which is a very large gaping wide granite rock which resembles a Hippo yawning (funny that!).
The next day we ventured out to view a local ancient indigenous rock cave, called Mulka’s Cave, which showcases a host of hands within a granite cave. These are said to be approx 40,000 years old. This whole area is fascinating and definitely is worth exploring. We saw more granite features, including the Humps and the breakers trail. Fascinating how these huge lumps of granite take form in the middle of “whoop whoop” without any other sign of granite anywhere else.

We also ran down to Kulin (about 200 kms return trip) to see the Tin can highway. This is a whole load of tin horse art made out of recycled tin materials made by local farmers. It stretches some 20 plus kms and breaks up the boredom of endless wheat farms.

We left Wave Rock after a two day stay and headed south to the coast in Western Australia. We almost didn’t come to Esperance, (Espérance is French for ‘hope’) as it is so far away from anywhere else. However, now that we have explored this little township, population 13,500, we realised what all the fuss is about. Stunning white sand beaches with clean, crystal clear water.
Lots of them too. We are here for two nights to relax and take it all in. In the morning we head off to Bremer Bay for two nights, where I get the, once In a lifetime opportunity, to see Orca whales (Killer Whales) close up and personal (not in captivity, but free as ..um…whales).

1893 – three Irishmen find gold – the rest is history.

Welcome to the Golden town of Kalgoorlie-Boulder, West Australia.
We decide to stay four nights – the longest time, so far, in one town.

The drive from Norseman to Kalgoorlie is quite drab. Not much to view except endless bush and the odd small (almost) deserted township. However, Kalgoorlie-Boulder (two merged townships) form a large city set against a HUGE big, long lump of excavated ore. 

This town was formed back in 1893, when three Irishmen, stumbled over a large nugget of gold, which set off the GOLD RUSH in this area of Australia.

Fast track to 1985, an Perth based entrepreneur, Alan Bond, bought up small underground gold mining leases with a view to consolidate all the mines to form one big open pit conglomerate. 

By 1989, Ålan Bond and his companies were having financial challenges and he ended up bankrupt and in jail for fraud. 

His vision eventually became the Kalgoorlie Consolidated Gold Mines Pty Ltd and is now called – “The Super Pit” (3.5 kms long, 1.5 kms wide and 570 metres deep). 

Kalgoorlie-Boulder has a population of 30,000 who depend on the mining for gold or tourism. So we came as a tourist, with fossicking on Julz mind. Not for gold, for gemstones and crystals only. So, today we paid for a mining right to fossick in and around the area. We will keep you posted on the success of this endeavour over the next few days.

We have explored the area and visited the viewing area into the “Super Pit”. It shocked us to see how deep this gold mine is and what lengths people or companies do to dig out 15 million tonnes of ore to end up with 850,000 ounces (28 tonnes) of Gold per year. The environmental damage in this area is obvious, however, it seems that gold, like diamonds, make rich people richer and it isn’t going to change anytime soon from what we observe here. 

 We spent our next day visiting a small town, 133 kms north, called Menzies, that was started in 1894, buzzing with over 10,000 people back in 1900, in the “gold rush”, however, today it has a population of 51. It does have “real coffee” and cakes, do we tasted the local delights and then travelled another 50kms on a dirt road to some salt lakes called Lake Ballard. The big attraction to these salt lakes is the unique art instillation commissioned in 2003, by UK artist, Antony Gormley, which is 51 sculptures (representing each person living in Menzies) over an area of 10 square kilometres (4 sq miles). We were pleased to see that a tree was draped in muddy soled shoes that we could borrow to walk on the salt lakes, so we did no damage to our own shoes.

After a great picnic lunch we drove back to a wet Kalgoorlie (rain was much appreciated by the towns folk).

Gypsy, the dog, is enjoying her time also on the road, although she spends most of her days asleep in the back of the car. She has had a visit to the Vet yesterday to discover she has an ear infection.  

We have another two nights here in Kalgoorlie and our next stop looks like Esperance (back to the beach at last!! ).