From brawn to beauty

Although you could be forgiven for not realising this. There is a large portion of the WA population that seem to have a predilection for men in tight shorts and vests running in circles, chasing a rugby ball.

That the majority of these men look like they have been transported from the 1970s, with moustaches and unfinished haircuts, adds to my confusion. I find myself asking, just what is going on?

Searching out solitude

Thankfully, there is much to redeem the largest state in Australia. Places of pure beauty and solitude. Recently, we found ourselves enjoying a full weekend of unadulterated solitude, living off grid for a few nights in the middle of a very large field.

Narrogin is a small town in the Wheatbelt area of WA. And yes, we didn’t know where the Wheatbelt was either. It is a 3 hour drive south east of Perth. An area that grows a lot of, well, wheat, actually. Driving through you can’t help but be struck by the looming silos that dominate the landscape. It is easy to see where the organisational metaphor of teams working in silos comes from.

Tiny Cabin Joey

Our home for the weekend was “Joey”. An off grid tiny cabin, hosted by Heyscapes. We had stayed in a tiny cabin previously, but this was our first in WA. And we were excited. We had brought all our food supplies and plenty of wine to keep us entertained. The outdoor BBQ was going to get a lot of use, and I had my eye on the outdoor bathtub, too. We were so isolated I cheekily wondered if I even needed bathers.

Joey was just what we wanted. Very small. Very self contained, And with everything we needed. Granted, as we were off grid, we only had a drop toilet, but a flushing toilet is just a luxury, isn’t it? The small roof of the cabin was clad in solar panels and whilst there were no power outlets in the cabin, we did have a USB outlet, allowing us to ensure the batteries on our camera and Kindles did not let us down.

Slowing down

Immediately, life slowed down. We were a long way from civilisation. The nearest shop a 30 minute drive away. We opened a cold bottle of wine and got settled in the Adirondack chairs, breathing in the fresh country air, and taking in the sweeping views across the paddocks.

As we drained the last of the chardonnay, the sun started to set. Checking our watches I was pleased to see we had passed the fire pit embargo of 6pm. Time to light her up. Half of the fun is trying to get the fire started. I foraged around the paddock for bits of kindling, and selected a few choice pieces of wood that I felt would see us through the evening.

Stargazing

As darkness set in, we sat back and enjoyed one of the greatest shows on earth. The complete lack of light pollution meant we had front row seats to the night sky. Spotting satellites used to be a novelty, but with Elon Musk launching more and more of his SpaceX Starlink satellites every year, this has become less of a novelty. Our new game is spotting shooting stars. And we see a surprising number. Scanning the night sky, there is suddenly a quick movement of light. Shift your head fast enough and you get to see it as it shoots to earth. High five. A whisky nightcap, and time to return to Joey for the night.

Margaret River, where else?

If space was at a premium in Joey, for our next WA adventure we definitely had a lot more room. In fact, more than we originally planned. The week before we headed to Margaret River for the long weekend, (thank you King Charles), our AirBnB got cancelled. Cue a frantic evening searching for somewhere to stay in what is quite possibly the most popular place in the whole of WA. On a long weekend this left us with few options. 

Thankfully, one of those options was out at Gnarabup Beach. One of my most favourite spots in the world, and close to both the excellent White Elephant cafe and the Sea Garden cafe. Suddenly, our accommodation costs had shot up, but we were still going to Margaret River. That felt like a win in my book.

The Jetty

Our home for the weekend was “The Jetty”, and I am pleased to report that it even had a flushing toilet. And the even more important BBQ. This time we didn’t bring any wine from home. We were in the best wine region in the world. We wouldn’t go short. And Victoria had already told me she was planning to take much of it home with us.

How Margaret River stole our hearts

Long time readers of the blog will know how special the Margaret River region is to us. It was here that we eloped in April 2021, getting married amongst the trees of Boranup. We have only been back in the country since April and this was already our second trip down there. With over 200 cellar doors to visit, our quest to visit every one continues. Currently, our tally stands at 50(ish). A long way to go before we taste every cellar door’s offerings.

The wine spreadsheet had three new wineries added. And the wine rack looked a lot healthier when we got all our purchases home. In between we spent three blissful days starting with walks along the beach, visiting cellar doors, and eating some truly world class food. It is our opinion that Margaret River has it all. It is a shame that we ever have to leave, but until we get jobs as a sommelier, or grape picker, back to the city it is. That said, it may not surprise you to learn that we have booked a return visit in December. Oh, and another visit to a new tiny cabin, in October.

Bustling Busselton

But, not without stopping off at another location that we struggle to drive past. Busselton is half an hour’s drive from the Margaret River region, and is a small town with lots going on. We planned to have a bite to eat at the gargantuan Shelter Brewery on the foreshore, but wouldn’t you know, it was full. Undeterred, we walked to what is quite possibly my favourite brewery. Rocky Ridge Taphouse. A microbrewery, in a converted cottage selling an inordinately massive range of fresh brews. And yes, I got my “go to”, Jindong Juicy.

Another long weekend doing what we do best. Eating and drinking. And not a thought about Aussie Rules, or moustachioed men in shorts.