There’s a back story to this trip. It starts two days prior when the Esperance crew of Seinors and Eardleys left Esperance. A mostly uneventful trip with an overnight stop midway saw them arrive in Bullsbrook by mid afternoon with Des Addison arriving from Bunbury. We had a trio of Model A in our yard ready to start early on Monday morning. In addition The Cooks of Kukerin in their modern and van and we were travelling in our new 4×4 truck.
Start as you mean to go on, so we all stopped 20 minutes up the road at the Bindoon Bakhaus for morning tea and a chat. The Gingers Roadhouse contingent arrived soon after and brought the drizzle. After being well stocked with coffee and doughy goodness we were all on our way to meet the Stratfords in Watheroo.
Introducing you to the Touring Party: Edith and Alan Jeffree, Wayne Millman (Ann called in sick), Sue and Nev Swindell, Des Addison, Rena and Darrel Stratford, Kaye and Pete Eardley, Janette and Kim Seinor all in As and Coral and Reg Blewitt, Ian Paisley, Gerry ten Bokkel, Kay and John Cook, and yours truely, Tania Piercy and Darryl Freind in moderns.
The Midlands Road was far busier with vans and campers than our previous run in 2018. Evidence of the holidaying in WA.
A small hitch with Seinor’s A (I’ll see if he’s named and include in future posts….. although considering the A stopped in the rain on a slim bit of road verge, I imagine it was called many things). For those that follow these matters, it’s believed to be a distributor problem. Luckily the RAC offers roadside assistance in the form of Reg Blewitt (red Landy and Van).
Funny sight: at Moora Coral was seen to be sitting in the back seat behind Reg. She said it was easier to operate as a back seat driver from that position. Tap on the right ear for a right hand turn and, well, you get the idea. We expect to see Coral back in the navigators seat once the passenger door handle is fixed.
A brief stop for lunch at Watheroo and catching up with the Stratfords. the icy wind went straight through a person right to their bladder, so everyone hurried off to Carnamah and a hopefully less chilly stop. It wasn’t. The cold had set in with some rain.
We went straight to the caravan park at Mingenew and were well pleased with the promise of a camp fire. A camp smoulder was more like it despite Pete’s attemps with the petrol. Camps were set up all over the park depending on requirements. There seemed to be no logical explanation, but the lady attendant seemed very adamant about our distribution. The Swindell’s had the distinction of a moat around their site. Very twelfth century.
It was a cold night but most of us were fortified with an alcoholic beverage of choice. For warmth, you understand. Despite the cold, Wayne was avoiding the rum.
A visitor in the park said he’d seen Reg and Coral in Coalseam NP. They were bogged, but all was ok now. I’m sure there’s a story there.
