What are flies good for? Seriously!
After a lovely breakfast in Kalgoorlie in the camp kitchen of the caravan park, it dawned upon me that for the last forty odd years I thought that Kalgoorlie was spelt kal-gool-ie (just as it sounds). Honestly why does the ‘r’ need to be included? It doesn’t have any significance as far as I am concerned. Kal-goo-r-lie…!!!
We left Kalgoorlie heading towards Wave Rock, an approximate 500km journey just before 9am. Originally we planned to take all the sealed roads, from Kalgoorlie to Merredin then from Merredin to Wave Rock, however Caroline had learnt we could take a short cut. Rather than travel to Merredin, we took a minor ‘sealed’ road according to Hema called “Emu Fence Road”.
Turning onto Emu Fence Road was definitely another magical experience for us. While the road composition was generally well compacted, it ranged from gravel to sand and a composite of red earth and gravel roads. It added the element of uncertainty, along with the right bit of danger – not knowing whether we would be stranded, blow a tyre or something else. This road, whilst being totally safe in retrospect, definitely took me out of my comfort zone – something I am really enjoying on this trip! I hope some of the pictures will do this road some justice. Spectacular colours, yellow sandy roads, followed by orange, while the sky was a brilliant blue dotted by a few clouds. Whilst travelling along this road (approximately 150kms in distance) I saw signs along the way saying “State Barrier Fence”. Recalling back on my well spent education, I knew that we were still within the boundaries of Western Australia.
When we arrived in Wave Rock, Caroline used the power of the almighty Google and discovered that the “State Barrier Fence” used to be named the “Rabbit Proof Fence”. I suppose it makes sense! We didn’t see any roadkill along that stretch of road – the fences were doing their work!
Thanks to Caroline for the shortcut, we arrived in Wave Rock Caravan Park probably two hours earlier than we would have if we used the sealed roads. This meant that we could all escape the heat of the day, hitting around 37 degrees and no wind, by jumping in the swimming pool. Like a duck to water I was in the pool, this time I was extremely pleased that all three girls got in the pool and had a good swim. A special mention to Audrey! I am sure she will sleep extremely well tonight. Holding onto her noodle, she did a magnificent job of circumnavigating the pool multiple times. Her little legs furiously kicking in the water, propelling her small frame swiftly along the surface.
For dinner we cracked out the Weber we purchased for the trip and cooked our first roast. Actually Caroline cooked the first roast, while I took the girls for their second swim! Marinated roast beef in garlic and red wine sauce with roast potatoes and carrots. YUM! We opened a bottle that had been saved for some time, graciously given to us by one of our Beecroft friends Ranjit and Kaj. A bon voyage present. Totally unnecessary, but absolutely loved by C and I. A beautiful South Australian, 2014 Dead Letter Office, Shiraz. Thank you Ranjit and Kaj, I am enjoying the final glass whilst writing the blog.
Sitting in the caravan writing the blog, the dulcet tones of a Bob Marley song are playing in the distance while some ‘professional’ imports are kicking a soccer ball. Their ‘shagon wagons’ and their lady counterparts patiently awaiting their return from soccer at the other end of the park. Ava and Audrey are having a ball, playing a game called ‘octopus’, a version of Marco Polo the Beattie boys played over numerous summers in the family pool. It will be fantastic sleeping for the girls tonight!
So, back to my original question. What are flies good for? We have been molested, yes molested by flies the entire day. It seems when there is no wind, there is an abundance of flies! Take the girls to the toilet or a bush wee (yes Nanna, bush wee and poos are common, particularly for Audrey) and flies attack. Stop for lunch along the side of Emu Fence Road. Flies! Have dinner outside. Flies pestering your food, entering your mouth and nostrils. Yes nostrils! I have had to exhale strongly twice already through my nose to get the little blighters out!! So what are flies for, if only to annoy you and remind you that there is no wind outside. A final thank you note to Nonna and Gramps who’s present of a wine aerator a few years ago came in handy with the delicious Shiraz we had, not only was it a fantastic means of allowing the wine to breathe, it prevented flies from drowning in a fantastic bottle of wine!!
Final note for the evening. Girls in bed and the ritualistic call from Audrey. “Poo, Poo”. Caroline takes her willingly to the toilets. Upon the unsuccessful return, Caroline comments to Audrey “That is the last time tonight Audrey, don’t say you need to go to the toilet if you don’t need to go”. Audrey’s reply “Don’t shout at me mummy, I am just a little girl”. Audrey dropped the mic!