Chilly Chilly!

The Stirlings behind us we head for Esperance. The sting of winter is in the air, winds gusting icily off the shoreline as we meander along the winding coastal roads. Miles and miles of scenic beauty hug the coast, islands, bleak rocks and waves crashing together with a lilting cohesion.  We make the decision to head for the east before winter truly sets its path and return when the weather gods smile on this incredible landscape. 

Esperance Shoreline

The choice made our inner pigeon heads towards Norseman while the Nullabor beckons and we begin the first of 7 full days on the road. As night falls Michaels free camping nose leads us to a gravel dump 40Kms south of Norseman.  He has an instinct for finding these incredible vistas that invariably summon my inner artist from its' burgeoning cocoon. I was mesmerised by the cloud formations reflected in the muddy puddles.

The light is falling and my eyes droop as the day ekes away. I reflect on the importance of taking every moment and wringing the most from its' sometimes grimy hands and feel thankful that even in the most barron of landscapes you can enjoy such incredible beauty.