Australia Holiday 2007 - The South West

 The second week was spent in the far South West area around Busselton, Western Australia. This contains many attractions as well as yet another wine region if that is your thing.....

Our house for the week was this charming little place in Bunbury.

Our resident lizard around the back of the house.

Mike in Ashes re-run....

Dervla kindly agrees to recreate the rear cover of Power Windows by Rush.

The gang : Front row l to r: Zoe (cousin), Sue (sister), George (nephew), Orla (niece), Dervla (niece), Catriona (sister in law), Emma (my luverly missus), Sylvia (auntie), second row l to r: Robert (cousin), Gabby (Robert's missus), Jackie (Bradley's missus) Bradley (cousin and drummer), Dad, Mum Back Row l to r: Tom (uncle), Mike (bruv), Adam (Sue's missus and card shark), Me, Shane (Zoe's fella)

Bunker Bay (I Think) In the words of Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now, "If I say it's safe to surf this beach, then it's safe to surf this beach!" It was not safe to surf this beach. Here you can see Adam has just been consumed by this bloody great wave and I am about to get my ass kicked by it as well. The last I recall is seeing a load of bubbles, consuming a load of sand and saltwater and coming to a sudden stop further up the beach, wondering where the freight train had come from. Ouch.

Luckily we survived. Have Maple Leafs shirt and DW cap will travel.

Mum and Dad stayed with Tom and Sylvia at a campsite just out of Bunbury. A lot of the campsites along here are owned by religious groups. However, the lease is about run out and these sites will doubtless be turned over to the same property developers that built the house that we stayed in.

Uncle Tom's Das Boot at the Anglican site's beach.

A Pelican comes to visit.

Pelican caught in brilliant fly past shot by Emma.

Dad has just pointed out a delightful little Sting Ray that had come to the shoreline to pay us a visit. Tom captured this PDQ and cowardly evacuation of the sea and onto a floating platform by Mike, Adam and myself that resulted. Three words, Dad: Steve Bloody Irwin. The observant will note that I am touching Adam's ass - I was more concerned with avoiding the Sting Ray at this time.

Impromptu surfing sesh for George Junior by George Senior - watch out for those bloody Sting Rays!

Dervla and her unshaven uncle in Margaret River.

Check out Dervla's shoes - all of the women had a pair of these by the time the holiday ended!

Emma at Busselton Jetty. This jetty is.... nearly 2km long.

At the end of the Jetty is an underwater observatory. Despite the fact that we are 2km out, the water is only 8m deep - and you can get well cool pictures of scuba divers like this.

Another shot from the observatory.

George has a go at the flippers in Busselton.

George with sparkler...

Dervla with sparkler....

Orla with sparkler - think I'm just about ready for a job with National Geographic now!

Cape Natrualiste Lighthouse. The French spelling is down to the fact that France explored this coast before the continent was claimed by the British. The two ships used by the French were used to name this cape and also Cape Geographic.

Myself, Sue and Adam on the guided lighthouse tour.

Myself and Adam at Yallingup. It is a very bad idea to turn your back on the sea when it is like this.

Sunset at Yallingup.

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