Leaving home is always one of the hardest things I ever have to do. It’s hard to explain to someone else the enormity of the feels I get when I have to pack my suitcase to leave. My family lives almost on the exact opposite of the world to me. That’s kinda far.
I am mostly over the sad fits and my eyes have almost stopped leaking at random moments. So here are some piccies I took on my last day home.
Sir Henry T. Ford – this is his good side
A panoramic shot looking out from Kings Park back to the City of Perth – it’s the middle of Summer in Perth at the moment, so the underbrush is looking a tad bit dry
The Boab tree at Kings Park – I took a picture of this last time I was home too. It’s done a tiny bit of growing since then.
After 30+ hours of traveling, sometimes there is just nothing better than watching tv with the B and hearing a naughty puppy snore (even if we do have to raise the volume).
We decided that since it was forecast to be on the cooler side yesterday (only getting to about 26C/80F) that it would be a great day to head out to Rockingham to catch the Ferry over to Penguin Island, which is home to WA’s largest colony of Little Penguins.
Due to the fact that it’s school holidays here at the moment, the ferry’s to and from the island were actually running every half hour as opposed to on the hour so we had no wait time at all to head over.
There are walking paths (similar to boardwalks) built all over the island that serve several purposes – they stop destruction of the (pretty unstable) dune ecosystem, provide great viewing areas for all the visitors and even give some of the Little Penguins a place to huddle.
At the moment it’s mouting season for the Little Penguins and this is actually quite a stressful time for them as they are stuck on land for over 2 weeks and can’t go swimming to find food.
We also got to see a whole heap of King Skinks. This one had just managed to launch itself headfirst off the boardwalk into the sand dune, after a very delicious looking apple core.
They have about 10 resident penguins that live full time in the discovery center on Penguin Island, who for one reason or another would not survive in the wild. Instead they enjoy themselves swimming in their own tank and getting fed 3 times daily.
This is a shed
Poppy Jacks second place of residence. On the left is a fully restored 1971 Land Rover Series IIA Station Wagon and on the right is a 75% complete Model T Ford replica light car from WWI.
There’s lots of oil in there too. Sticky and black, I inspected it myself – looks good.
I got to meet one of my parents new neighbors the other day…lovely fellow, a little bit of a squashed personality though.
After a little running around the house we headed over to pick up a hire car. Nana Margie even decided she would take her life in her own hands and let me drive for the rest of the day. She was fine…perhaps a few more grey hairs, but who’s counting?
We ended up heading down to freo before lunchtime, to have a hunt around the E-Shed Markets. Not a lot to see, but there is a wonderful stall down there with loads of handcarved items, created in WA from local woods. I found a few things that would look beaut in the Strewth house as well as some other undisclosed friends homes.
Freo is a beautiful place…very relaxing to walk around. Lots of great places to grab a cuppa and hands down (in this gals humble opinion) the best fish n chips in the world.
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Sir Henry agrees – paws down.
Nana Margie has a beautiful backyard and close to the house, there is a little fishbowl with two small goldfish. Twice a day they get fed, and its quite the fanfare…for the cat.
Big ol Orange there is the tubby one. He’s a little bossy with the fish food.
Sir Henry T. Ford coming to supervise the morning feeding, to make sure it is up to scratch.
Just keeping an eye on the tall lady human to make sure that she is following orders correctly.
Woke up yesterday morning to news that my Grandmother had had a fall and was taken into Royal Perth Hospital. After finally getting through all the rigmarole there, dad got through to someone on the phone and got an update on her. She’s doing okay, got a bit of a sore head but they are taking good care of her at the moment and she should be home in a day or two.
In the afternoon we headed back out to the cat shelter to pick up Mr Henry. After a bit of a wait to get him and some more paperwork that had to be filled out, we had a fluffy little kitten shoved into a cat carrier ready to come home. I don’t think i’ve ever met a kitten so full of spunk and silliness…he’s had us in stitches since we got home.
Mr Henry straight out of his carrier
A snooze to get some more energy to deal with us nuts.
We have had such a blast with him so far. Today I may have gotten a little silly with him, but isn’t that what kittens are for? He’s so placid and to date i don’t think his motor has stopped working….it’s all purr purr purr…you can hear him from a mile off!
All dressed up and nowhere to go…
Yes. I am four.
And the past….kinda
Safe and sound at home after a marathon 44 hour trip from the states. Whew. I should add that i did have an 11 hour layover in Heathrow, so not all of that was actual travelling time. But still…
We woke up this morning and headed out to Kings Park to take a peek at the Boab tree that they recently just transplanted there.
It was truly amazing. This thing was transported over 3,000km from its home to a botanical park in the middle of Perth. Its hard to tell, but there are green shoots at the ends of some of the branches, so the transplanting was quite successful.
A small Sturt’s Desert Pea that was planted across from the Boab Tree
A singing honey eater that i caught with the camera as we were walking down to the Boab Tree
And finally…the home of the Waugal