| Having a whale of a time |
| The former whaling ship, Cheynes IV |
WhaleWorld, situated in the once operational Cheynes Beach Whaling Company's station on the edge of King George Sound, seemed the ideal place to start our sightseeing. Albany has a whaling history of 178 years, and the Cheynes Station was only closed in 1978. It has been transformed into a fabulous interactive centre, explaining the history and process of whaling (in fairly gory detail!) with a whaling boat to explore as well. Some of the stories we heard there were incredible - how the waters of Misery Beach ran red with blood and roiled with large sharks trying to get a piece of whale before it was hoisted out of the water. Men were employed with rifles to shoot the sharks and other unluckier men had to swim out along the whale oil pipeline to check for leaks. No shark cages then! Just a couple of weeks ago two children were on the swimming pontoon and had to be rescued by boat from the white pointers circling them! Swimming went off the to do list in Albany at that point!
| Goode Beach - The whale blood used to make the water here red |
Thursday was the low point of the journey by quite a margin. I was feeling unwell and the heavy rain confined us all to the caravan. The kids were like caged lions and Jackson and Marcus had a full on fight in the van on the way to the shopping centre to get supplies. We wanted to see the Brig Amity but after a miserable lunch in the van while it poured down, we drove home via two bookstores to get some new reading material for everyone. The rest of the day and evening was spent reading our new books and at least there were no more fights!
| The top of The Gap - huge granite cliffs where the sea rushes in, creating a roar and spray and an almighty backwash which heaves into the air as it meets the incoming waves entering the narrow chasm |
| The giant turbines never stop in the Albany wind! |
Everyone was keen to have a close look at the Albany Windfarm which dominates the skyline. The turbines have a 65m tower and three 35m long blades and are the largest to be installed in the southern hemisphere. Jackson was very interested in the engineering aspects but we were all impressed with the giant windmills on possibly the most spectacular piece of coastline around.
| Hayward Peak Lookout |
| Tree-in-the-Rock |
| View from the top of Bluff Knoll |
| Bluff Knoll from a distance |
To cope with our aching legs, we designated Sunday a rest day! The kids played in the playground until Ella and Lachie had huge blisters on their hands from the monkey bars as well as sore legs. Our new books were passed from reader to reader and thus sustained us all for a bit longer.
Monday morning started with Ella wanting to join The Secret Seven. "Every time they have a meeting, they get lemonade and organade" she told us excitedly ... and we wondered whose organs were used for that tasty drink! I heard some ladies chuckling in the next van and somehow knew that the boys were up to something ... they had been detailed to hang out the washing. The ladies happily filled me in: first they had made cubbies out of the sheets and all the pegs and they were presently engaged in trying to make a sheet spiral on the Hills Hoist. I didn't let them know how they had all enjoyed watching the front loader wash, lest they think them imbeciles! They haven't had much screen time lately ...
| 6 inch gun in the gun battery |
We rushed off to pick up Marcus's lost hat at Whaleworld (he was very smug: he'd written his name and phone number inside, while Jackson's hat is still in Darwin somewhere!) and then took Lachie fishing in the rain at Salmon Holes, as promised. Actually, we didn't promise the rain, that was just an added bonus! Jackson, Marcus and Ella dug holes and I challenged them to make something worth photographing from the cliffs above. You be the judge:
| The proud sand-sculptors! |
Lachie and I were chatting to a guy fishing there who also photographed the kids' efforts. He was telling me about his set-up for fishing (he'd caught 6 fish to our usual - none!) and when we all returned to the Blunderbuss, found that he'd left Lachie a float and tracer set up for him to try. One of the joys of travelling is the lovely people you meet, and we've met plenty.
Onwards to Esperance, via Hyden and Wave Rock in the next few days.
Stay tuned ...
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