Mandurah - Herron Point

We left Perth City behind and escaped to Herron Point – a little council camp on the back of Peel Inlet behind Mandurah. A lovely travelling family that go by the name “Trailer Park Trash” are caretaking here and Mr J in particular loved playing all sorts of boy games in the dunes around the inlet. We loved their artistic touches to the camp including the amenities, toadstool tyres, bush kitchen, various shell mobiles & tyre swing. What a peaceful & fun place to be! 

We drove into Mandurah from this camp and saw Emma Blyth’s art gallery. We had been admiring her art ever since we first saw it at Bungle Bungles. Amazingly she was in her gallery when we visited so we got to meet her and the girls were able to ask her some questions about her various paintings. www.emmablyth.com.au

The next morning we drove up to Rockingham and went on the Shoalwater Marine Park boat ride to see Penquin, Seal & some other island. We saw a dolphin & her tiny pup playing in the water and enormous male Sealions basking on the beach but the Penquins were all away or asleep. It was FREEZING but a very educational visit. 

"Aladdin's Cave"

Osprey's feeding their chicks

Lazy male sealions getting as fat as can be

Our car had developed a nasty wobble while driving the last 2 days so reluctant to tow with any steering problems we dropped into a Tyre Centre to get it checked. $1300 later we had new tyres (they’d worn unevenly so had to be replaced L) but a severely depleted bank account. Mr K took quite a few hours (and jogs) to get over that one. Lucky we visited the famous Miami bakehouse before the tyres or the kids may not have had this spesh afternoon tea!

Unfortunately for us folk who are used to quiet bush camps, a few interesting locals use Herron Point as their weekender – one family Jesse termed the “Swear-a-lot Family” and another family set up their camper right beside us with drills going at 10.45pm on the Friday night. Bit of a shame as the rest of the campers were so friendly & considerate. We’d had enough of the noise by then and moved on the next day. But not before I fell over a firepit (luckily not being used) in the dark and bruised my entire right thigh. Ouch! Next time – torches – regardless of short distances to amenities! So onwards south we moved for some restful time with our adopted travelling grandies…