After waving goodbye to Jo and Mike, we nestled into the Flax Mill Caravan Park in Boyup Brook. It's a council-owned park, conveniently managed by the CMCA, an organisation we are members of. Membership grants us a rather attractive discount, which is always appreciated.
We awoke to a small gathering of vibrant red parrots foraging just outside our door – a delightful start to the day and a reminder of the simple joys of travelling.
A stroll into town was in order. Despite growing up relatively nearby in Bridgetown, neither of us had spent a significant amount of time exploring Boyup Brook itself. It’s funny how some places can be practically in your backyard, yet remain largely unknown. We eventually stopped in at the local café for morning tea.
The pot of tea certainly hit the spot!
Our exploration took a decidedly nostalgic turn with a fortuitous visit to the heritage information centre.
Inside, we stumbled upon a small sample of the Keith Carnaby collection. This sparked a memory, as both Lisa and I recalled a school excursion from Bridgetown to Boyup Brook, specifically to see Mr Carnaby's collection, some five decades ago. It's heartening to see that some treasures have been preserved and made accessible for future generations.
So many butterflies! It brought back memories of a simpler time. The walk back to the caravan was pleasant.
