As slack as all shit.
Yes that’s me… but in my defence I did travel a lot last week.
This is the Giant Ram in Wagin, home to the Wagin Woolarama.
I thought it would be a fun little detour but it added HOURS to our journey.
Still at least I got a photo of me next to some giant ram’s balls.
And that doesn’t happen every day.
I stayed down at Middleton Beach near the site of the hotel I got engaged in (Easter 1992). The old hotel has been bulldozed now for some time and as you can see from the silent sock protest, the locals are not happy.
So far the silent sock protest has had little effect on the overseas owners.
I had a quiet little walk around Middleton Beach, the moon was out and it was still light. Some mad buggers were swimming in what looked like freezing water.
I walked on, not tempted.
There is something magical about the light in Albany.
Farmers are burning off their stubble this time of year (does anyone know why they do that?) and the result is a misty, eerie light as you drive back to Perth.
And that’s what I love about travelling on my own.
Full control of the sound system – I can listen to whatever daggy music or podcasts I like without any interference or groans.
And I can stop whenever I want to take photos – or not stop at all should I choose.