A Whale of a Time

August 28^th

We left Eucla to finish our trip along the Nullabor. Today was far more interesting than yesterday as the road cuts right along the coastline of the Great Australian Bight. There were lots of photo opportunities which Paul obligingly stopped for. And then we came to Head of Bight – it advertised itself as the best spot for whale watching in Australia – it didn’t disappoint. As we were walking down the ramps we could see mothers playing with their calves and when we got to the bottom we counted around 20 whales (mothers and babies) some as close as 50m from shore. It was brilliant, I could have spent all day watching them play but after a bit over an hour we thought we should probably get moving again.

Back on the road and it was back to boring driving and refereeing squabbles because apparently the kids used up all their good behaviour yesterday. Trying to find a roadhouse to get some lunch proved to be quite a challenge and in the end – good mother that I am – gave the kids a highly nutritious lunch of a packet of chips and a can of drink – no wonder they were squabbling.

Coming into Ceduna there was a quarantine stop so I had gotten the apples out of the back of the car at lunch and asked the kids if they wanted one before we had to throw them out. Luke and Sam had one, Sam had finished his and gave me the core but I didn’t realise Luke was still eating his. There Paul and I are assuring the inspector that there was nothing else in the camper or the car that needed to be declared while Luke is munching away in the back seat. If you hear of a fruit fly outbreak in South Australia you can probably blame the Garments for it.

You can tell it’s time for us to come home; the back door of the car won’t open anymore, the seat that flips to get into the back row no longer flips, the fridge that goes in the car won’t run on 12v anymore (we can thank Luke for that one) we keep blowing fuses in the car and most importantly I think everyone is craving a bit of space away from each other.

We set up camp in Ceduna and are probably the youngest people staying here by at least 40 years so we gave all the grey nomads back their peace and quiet by taking the feral four to get fish and chips for dinner and yet more petrol for the big drive tomorrow – hoping to get as close to Broken Hill as we can tomorrow. Home state here we come!