Had we been a week later there might have been more out, but there were still enough to provide Madam with an excuse for a ramble while Hughesy sat in the car in scribbling mode. When she was finished we were off to Morawa, arriving in time to collect the key to a comfortable chalet, with surrounding bush that offered, so we were told, interesting photo opportunities, though Madam wasn't over-impressed with the results.
An evening meal of home-cooked pasta with tuna and olives and a not-quite perfect wine match in the bottle of Pfeiffers Pinot Noir we'd been lugging in the luggage since we left home, however, made a change from the preceding week's diet of restaurant and takeaway tucker.