Thursday 28 March 2013:
Today we travelled some 3 hours south from Perth to the Shire and Town of Nannup in the southwest. Nannup is about 280 Km (178 mls) from Perth, about 3Km the other side of town was the turning for River Road this changed part way along from tarmac to a gravel road,
then as River Road turned left we continued straight on along Nevermann Road, and finally to Blackwood River Cottages.
These are timber houses on stilts rather like old settlers homesteads, but with all the modern conveniences.
then as River Road turned left we continued straight on along Nevermann Road, and finally to Blackwood River Cottages.
These are timber houses on stilts rather like old settlers homesteads, but with all the modern conveniences.
The cottage Ruth had booked for Mary and I, called "Blue Wren", was a two bedroom one which we shared with Hannah.
The bathroom contained a spa bath, not something that appealed to either me or Mary. We think sitting in a spa with all that hot water bubbling around you must feel rather like being poached or boiled like an egg.
The first wild creatures we saw on our arrival were a couple of Emus strolling around.
Living in the country, it is nice to wake in the morning and see the kangaroos grazing and the colourful green and red Parakeets flying about and perched in the trees. Though they tend to move on during the day and return in the evening.
One busy little bird difficult to photograph because it is constantly on he move is the one for which our cottage was named, the blue wren. You see one on a pathway on a log or on the branch of a tree and by the time the shutter has made its move, the bird is no longer their, all you have is a picture of where its was, not where it is.
Living in the country, it is nice to wake in the morning and see the kangaroos grazing and the colourful green and red Parakeets flying about and perched in the trees. Though they tend to move on during the day and return in the evening.
One busy little bird difficult to photograph because it is constantly on he move is the one for which our cottage was named, the blue wren. You see one on a pathway on a log or on the branch of a tree and by the time the shutter has made its move, the bird is no longer their, all you have is a picture of where its was, not where it is.
Artist impression of the Blue Wren,
photo of the plaque by the cottage Door.
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