Looking down, 2 hours into our flight from Sydney to Perth, I said, "ooh look! We've reached the coast!" It turned out to be South Australia and the Great Bight to be precise - that great big chunk out of the bottom of the country, which is presumably how it got its hame. We still had 2 hours, and more land, to go.
We had a week of M's family, visiting them first in Busseltown, about 2 hours south of Perth, then down for more at Margaret River, and then up to the city. I was on best behaviour and hopefully, gained his mother's approval. We did however, have a few hours to ourselves at Margaret River, where his brother lives, and spent the morning at Gnarabar Beach.
Now I'm a bit of a beach connoisseur. Far too much time in my life has been spent lounging, walking or sitting on beaches. So I feel confident saying that this was one of the best. Perfect silver and green colours, sea refreshing and clear and the perfect breakfast at the White Elephant cafe of poached eggs on pan fried polenta. Yum!
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