A cold but clear morning met us. You could tell we had
definitely moved south from Kalgoorlie a few weeks ago, and to quote some TV
show I’m still trying to catch up on “Winter was coming”
.
The great “wash-a-thon” continued for another load or two,
but we were becoming pretty cunning now. We put a load on, and in the 45min
cycle, jumped in the car and drove down the 10km to the end of the road to the
Two Peoples Nature Reserve to look at Little Beach, a beautiful little spot. On
the way back through to town we jumped out of the car, hung out the washing and
kept going. Talk about multi-tasking!!
WA better be grateful they've got so much coastline. I mean, how else can you squeeze in so many awesome beach spots.
Camp Two Peoples. A little sandy, but cheap and cheery.
The main intentions of heading into town was two-fold. We
needed stock up the fridge and pantry, and see if Holden could sort out this
pesky light. Like when you feel better waiting to the doctor, the light
actually went off as I parked in the local dealership, Albany City Motors
(ACM).
They gratefully squeezed me in that afternoon to at least
diagnose the problem and see how we would go. I went back, picked up B and Evie
who we’d left at the shops and headed up to scope out a few lookouts whilst we
killed an hour or so.
Evie and B "shopping" apparently...
Dropping off the car, we took the opportunity to look around
the Town Centre and were very impressed with how the town presents. Clean,
smart and impressive period buildings lined the main street and waterfront
looking over the main harbour. The Albany Entertainment Centre sat proudly next
to the marina, and reminded me of Araluen in Alice Springs. Or perhaps a
smaller, angular version of the ‘Armadillo’, the Millenium Centre in Cardiff.
The Peace Park was very nicely laid out, and it was nice to see
the kids involved in reading some of the wreaths as we discussed the ANZACS. We
read the ANZAC Oath on one wreath and discussed it’s meaning. It was a nice
little moment in the sun.
I was quite chuffed that Sam managed to name most flags flying.
Peace Park on the Albany waterfront. Very nicely done.
Albany Town Hall
Soon enough the truck was ready (just after we’d walked all
the way back up the hill) and Evie and I trundled down to get it whilst the
others got a ball pump for the footy. As expected the EGR valve was faulty but
they had managed to sort out ordering one to be shipped overnight and could
squeeze the car in tomorrow. John, the service manager there was outstanding,
and reminded me of another service manager I might be related to, who knows the
value of customers. A promise of a loan car without me even requesting it meant
our plans to explore Albany and surround the next day would barely be
interrupted. I was extremely grateful for the service, particularly to a customer
he knew was unlikely to step back into his workshop. Still, anyone in the area,
and not just Holden, needing some work, you’d go far to try and find better
service.
Back out to the caravan park, it was a casual evening of
more footy kicking (now with the footy further inflated) and clothes
folding. Oh wow… did the van look like
the inside of Chinese laundry there….
Teaching the art of "give and go" to James. Plenty of 'give' but not much 'go'.
Oh the glamourous side of life on the road in a compact box.
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