Once we’d paid the bill, as we made our way to the vehicle Madam asked if I felt like going anywhere else.
As indicated above, there were a couple of places I'd filed away as possibilities, but after one of the most excellent experiences of my tasting life, what was the point?
Predictably, I spent the first part of the three-and-a-bit hour drive sedately sated.
There was a diversion for more beach photos before we left Margaret River and another leg-stretching pause at the Busselton Jetty.
After Bunbury, we parted company with our previous route, heading along the Old Coast Road and enjoying scenery which was a marked improvement on what was on offer on the freeway.
The older road was indelibly etched in Karen's memory banks as well, and we navigated our way into Singleton Beach without incident.