I can relate to this!

They are v v lucky to have (had) you Den

I think you’re right ~ she sounds like a very good person 😊

Brown would’ve probably been cheaper to produce! We’ll know for next time :)

Dear 2 Good Blokes,

Your pea gravel expertise has struck a chord with me, much like a fiddle player striking the perfect (!) note. I'm on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting your forthcoming pea gravel extravaganza, ready to dive deeper into the riveting world of fluvial symphonies and pebble percussion. Until then, I'll be practicing my air fiddle and pondering the profound mysteries of gravelly tunes.

Can't wait for the next riveting installment!

Yours sarcastically,
Amy (29 actually)

Great map thanks Den!

loving the trees!

Wonderful! Congratulations and yes it is hard to keep track of the months on a big ride ....

Must be nice to “see into the future”..;)

She has also invented time travel!

It was a long time ago that Cathie and I were travelling with my mother through south west WA. We spent a night in Pemberton. We climbed the Gloucester tree and scanned the surrounding treetops from the upper platform and pondered the dilemma of treating and lowering a man from the middle of the climb, an event which had occurred the previous day. He had experienced a heart attack on the way up. Apparently he survived the heart attack and also the tortuous descent. That night we chose a restaurant which had rustic features which blended in with the tall trees in this part of WA. My mother made the mistake of ordering the seafood platter; after all Pemberton was, and still is a considerable distance from the coast. The platter was carried to our table by a young man, who was probably on his first outing as a waiter. He looked nervous, he wore a white shirt that billowed in the breeze and it was so large that he had to fold the sleeves a considerable distance down his forearms so that his hands were accessible. He took an eternity to reach our table from the door exiting the kitchen. He looked like he was about the drop the platter at any moment. He almost dropped the platter as he lowered it onto the table. The seafood was largely pieces of battered fish. As we dug into the pile we also discovered a couple of yabbies, not strictly seafood as they are freshwater crustaceans, and a large number of fish fingers. The platter did not match my mother’s expectations and most of it was left uneaten. I am not sure whether my mother was brave enough to order a seafood platter in subsequent gastronomic outings.
I am enjoying the blog. Matthew

Keep it up boys 🤩

ahh, the eyerish. Gotta love the little feckers...

Wow!

You want a milkshake? All you need is a tin of malt and a cow. Next trip maybe?