Gingin is one of those spots that always catches me by surprise with just how green it is. We pulled in to meet up with Sandy and Steve at the local park, and honestly, after being in the drier parts of the state, it felt like someone had turned the saturation up on the landscape.

Lisa and I went for a bit of a wander while we stretched our legs. The park is a real credit to the town, with the water running through the centre and the grass so thick and lush you almost feel bad walking on it.

The lush green lawns and reflections at the park in Gingin.
The lush green lawns and reflections at the park in Gingin.

The place has a really peaceful feel to it. We stood by the water for a while watching the reflections. There’s a big old water wheel that dominates the view, and a duck was busy paddling across the pond, completely unbothered by us watching from the bank. It’s the kind of place where you can feel your blood pressure drop a few points just by standing still.

A lone duck paddling past the iconic water wheel.
A lone duck paddling past the iconic water wheel.

We followed the path around and found this beautiful old stone archway. It’s got that lovely golden hue to the rock that you see in a lot of the older buildings around here. Lisa really liked the way it framed the path leading toward the weatherboard buildings.

Walking through the golden stone archway near the old buildings.
Walking through the golden stone archway near the old buildings.

Tucked away amongst the trees, we also came across a quaint little stone church. It’s a sturdy-looking thing, sitting there in the shade of some massive old gums. It’s quiet moments like these, just exploring these little pockets of greenery, that make the travel so rewarding.

The beautiful little stone church nestled under the trees.
The beautiful little stone church nestled under the trees.

After a good catch-up and a bit of a stroll, we pushed on toward Badgingarra. We pulled up at the Community Centre there for a quick bite of lunch before heading further north.

By the time we reached the S-Bend Caravan Park and Roadhouse for our overnight stop, I had a bit of a job on my hands. I’d been having some trouble with the brake connection on the van, which is the last thing you want when you're hauling a heavy load. It’s one of those frustrating little gremlins that decides to show up at the end of a long day.

While I was fiddling around with the plugs and wires, the sky decided to put on a show. The clouds turned this incredible shade of pink, reflecting the last of the sun. We ended up spending a great evening around the campfire with two couples from Geelong. There’s nothing like a shared fire and a few stories to make you forget about mechanical niggles.

A cracking sunset over our camp at S-Bend as we settled in for the night.
A cracking sunset over our camp at S-Bend as we settled in for the night.

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