We woke up to a fairly quiet morning in Wandering, Western Australia, thankful that the clouds hadn't dumped much more rain on us overnight. I spent a good part of the morning tinkering around and getting things sorted, which is always a nice way to ease into the day when there’s no rush to be anywhere.

After a bit of a slow start, we decided to head out and find the Vintage Motocross we’d seen advertised on a sign at the tavern the night before. By the time we arrived, the weather had turned quite sharp. A bitter westerly wind was blowing across the track, enough to make us pull our collars up and huddle a bit closer.

This black BSA number 65 was a fine example of the classic machines on display.
This black BSA number 65 was a fine example of the classic machines on display.

The bikes were a proper trip down memory lane. I spotted a beautiful black BSA, sitting in the pits. It was in great nick, looking ready to tackle the mud despite the cold. Further along, there was another BSA, this one a bright that really caught my eye.

The bright yellow BSA number 33 looked fantastic against the damp earth.
The bright yellow BSA number 33 looked fantastic against the damp earth.

It wasn't just the two-wheelers, either. We saw a yellow sidecar outfit, which looked like it would be a real handful to navigate around a slippery track. It’s a brave pair that takes one of those out.

A classic yellow sidecar rig, number x242, waiting for its turn on the track.
A classic yellow sidecar rig, number x242, waiting for its turn on the track.

We stayed to watch a couple of races. It was a funny mix out there; some of the riders were incredibly keen and highly competitive, while most of them seemed perfectly content just to keep the bike upright and make it to the finish line in one piece. It wasn't just the bikes that were vintage—most of the riders had clearly seen a fair few summers themselves. It’s great to see the older fellas still getting out there and having a crack, even if the wind was trying its best to blow us all away.

The riders lining up at the start, ready to face the muddy track and the biting wind.
The riders lining up at the start, ready to face the muddy track and the biting wind.

Once the cold got the better of us, we headed back into the centre of town. The local cleaner at the caravan park had told us earlier that we shouldn't miss the community garden. She even suggested we pick some produce for ourselves while we were there.

The Wandering community garden is a beautifully organised and productive space.
The Wandering community garden is a beautifully organised and productive space.

It is an amazing setup right in the heart of Wandering. They’ve built these great corrugated iron raised beds, and everything is thriving. Lisa didn't need much convincing; she was straight in there with her bag, gathering some fresh greens for our dinner. It’s such a thoughtful thing for a small town to provide, and the quality of the vegetables was top-notch.

Lisa followed the local advice and picked some fresh produce from the raised beds for our dinner.
Lisa followed the local advice and picked some fresh produce from the raised beds for our dinner.

It was a lovely way to finish our outing—from the roar of old engines to the quiet of a garden. We’re back in the warm now, well-fed and glad we braved that wind.

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