Every year, around the end of April, we head down to Balingup for a day of interesting things and boys passing their personal bests on the Scout's climbing wall.
The journey down, ~200k, was interesting with us listenng to the last couple of discs of Clive Cussler's Black Wind. Saw a couple of Mopokes at close range and heaps of spiders on the road. How do we know that they are spiders? Because we know these things. Spiders' eyes reflect light and we find what appears to be the same spider in the same position, night after night.
We camped the night at the Kirup (where they make THE most delicious pies, as well as the infamous Kirup Syrup). At 9.45pm I was playing I Spy with my two sons, in the tent, in the dark trying to get them to sleep. Consequently I was not up and at them really well that morning, being in a tent with an octopus all night was exhausting. Octupus = 2 boys.
There was a quilt show as well, however you lucked out as I left my camera in the car, and I wasn't @#$%^ walking all the way back for it.
On the way home we stopped(ha!) and it was right by the Bibbulmun(Bloody Long) Track so I took a photo, to remind of the times when I used to walk the track, when I didn't have so many attachments.
This is my attempt to use up those pieces of fabric that have been annoying the heck out of me for such a long time. You know those ones that are either in 2m pieces and are as ugly as sin, or those 2x6" strips that just might come in useful. My friend Kathy is on the task as well, so at leaast I have company along the road.
