Carnarvon

Carnavon has a little heritage train that takes you out onto the one mile jetty, now restored and a tourist attraction. John and I walked all the way out on the jetty, I got the train back. John decided to do the walk back to the railway museum. The town is surrounded by sea side walks and nice houses built on canals.

One mile jetty.

Heritage train.

Carnavon is an irrigation area. It lies on the Gascyone River and there are numerous fruit and vegetable farms around the area. It supplies a lot of produce to a big region of WA.

Bananas have been expensive since the Queensland floods when most of the banana crops were wiped out. The supermarkets have been charging about $14 a kilo, I haven’t been buying them. Here in the park there is a fruit stall that is replenished every day, tiny bananas sell for $5 per bag, a big difference. They are so small that you need two. So nice to eat a banana again.

John with the blowhole behind him

                              Point Quobba

Today we took a drive to the Blowholes, 75klms north of Carnavon, a rugged section of coastline with Point Quobba the end of the road, a pretty snorkeling bay. We stopped and had morning tea and walked around the top of the cliffs. There were men rock fishing, signs around warning of how dangerous it was to be too close to the edge. Not that they were taking much notice. The blowholes were no comparison to our Kiama Blowholes on the south coast, good to see the different coastline.

ominous warning

We had a drive through the farms on the way home,  John had a fish, without any luck again. I bought some fish and chips for lunch and we came back to the park.