Tuesday, 17 August
A glimpse out the window the following morning presented an aspect that was, predictably, quite substantially different from what was on offer as dusk rolled in the previous evening.
While the mist and mizzle didn't allow a great range of vision the scenery that was visible offered was relatively lush and offered the promise of rather spectacular views to the right hand side of the train. Unfortunately, as previously indicated, we were looking to the left, where we had a view of hillsides rather than the depths of the Avon Valley.
The Avon Descent white water race was something I recalled vaguely from the days when I watched things other than the cricket and rugby league on Channel Nine, and I'm sure that, had we been looking out the right hand side under conditions offering better visibility I'm sure I would have been impressed.
There were, however, more pressing issues that needed our attention. Experience suggested that the gap between finishing breakfast and the arrival at the East Perth Terminal would be too small to allow for much packing and preparation, so it would need to be taken care of before breakfast, and before that could be done there were two showers needed, and with the preliminaries out of the way we were on our way to the Club Car when the call for the Red sitting came.