We were up nice and early, and, having packed our bags the night before, were ready to leave straight after our brekky of cereal and fruit, toast & marmalade, and orange juice.
Heather had prepared a nice chicken & avocado sandwich for us to have en route and we had some mandarins from the market to take with us. She also packed up the apple sponge she’d made the night before and a container of roast pork, gravy and apple sauce for us to take as well.
It was quite chilly when we left, Rich had to remove ice from the windscreen, so we were glad we had a car with a nice warm heater and cruise control. We had been warned by John that the road was well policed with many speed drops along the highway, down to as low as 40 in places.
Leaving at just after 7 am the road was not too busy but the sun was very glaring as we drove eastward. I did not envy Heather having to drive into it for 25 minutes to work every morning and home again each night. Fortunately we turned south at Armadale and we drove through a variety of suburban, farming and forest vegetation until we arrived at an unusual sign welcoming us to Williams.
We got out and took this snap at the top of the hill leading into the town then drove down the hill to be pulled over by the police and told we were doing 60 in the 50 zone. We couldn’t believe, after being so careful all the way, that we would miss that sign. But, because I was looking to see how the photo turned out on the camera, and it was my job to check for signs, I was very disappointed. However, the police had seen us stop and take the photo and, fortunately, told us it was just a friendly warning and let us continue without a ticket. They had pulled us up right beside their main tourist attraction which was a large building promoting the local wool industry, so we bought a coffee for Rich, and I had a diet coke from the esky, and we had our sandwich (thanks Heather it was delicious) and drink there, before continuing, very cautiously.
Travelling south we passed through Arthur River, Kojonup and Turney. We had heard about the majestic Stirling Ranges and could see them in the distance and, as we were making good time, rang John and asked if a detour through here would be advisable. He and Maggie both agreed that we would be silly to be that close and not drive through the area. As they both like to have their kip in the afternoon it would time our arrival better, so we turned off the highway to Cranbrook. There we stopped and purchased petrol and a small bottle of Coke, and were given a map which they marked with the best scenic view and the way to connect with a different highway which would take us into Albany.
The Stirling Ranges are very rugged and pictured against fields of yellow canola looked most spectacular. Their craggy peaks jut into the sky and the clouds drifting across the face of the sun cast dappled shadows on them lighting them to their best effect. This is one of the best areas for wildflowers and many were evident in the area, but the best time to see them would be in about a month’s time.
Getting back onto the road south we headed into Albany. As we were still a bit early to go to John and Maggie’s we explored a little beach and saw some seals in the water.
When we arrived at our destination we were greeted by our wonderful hosts who made us feel at home with their warm welcome. They have a delightful home with a cosy self-contained unit downstairs which was to be our home for the next three nights.
It was as if we had known each other for years, we got on so well together. John has a wonderful repertoire of tales about the very interesting life he has led. Maggie is a very quietly spoken English gentle lady and is the perfect hostess. Their house is full of treasures including two display cabinets one of sea-shells and the other of china and other toy dogs. The view from their sun deck overlooking Frenchman’s Bay and the white sandy beach below them is something I would never tire of looking at.
Over pre-dinner drinks and a snack of biscuits, cheese and salami, we got to know each other and began to learn of the history of Rich’s ancestors. John is the son of Rich’s grandfather’s sister making him our 1st cousin, once removed. John had many letters and a couple of family tree books from other branches of the tree that were very enlightening and was full of stories and events of which we had no prior knowledge, as well as having photos of Rich’s great grandfather and great-great grandfather we had never seen.
Maggie served us up a delicious Beef & Dumpling casserole with hot vegetables for our evening meal, with Heather’s apple sponge and ice-cream for dessert. It was all very delicious, made even more memorable by the company we were with and the recollections that were shared.
It also transpired that John is quite a talented artist and we were able to appreciate some of his works which were displayed in various rooms of the house.
We didn’t really want to go to bed that night because we still had so much more to find out about the past but John gave me a pile of literature to take to bed and read and with that I had to be satisfied until the morrow.
Our bed was cosy and comfortable and we were happy to lay our head down after such a big day.