Wine, Women and...(1)

Margaret River

In many senses it was a relief to leave behind the city once again and make our way down south into rural areas. We have enjoyed the tranquillity and isolation of the country as we have journeyed around, and the pressures and conformities of city life were revealed to us afresh in Perth, where – like every other city – there is no respite from sound and light, and where electricity becomes a time-shifter which allows you to stay up later, but not necessarily be compensated at the other end of the day. The real charm of Perth was in time with friends.
But I digress...
Margaret River is a quiet little hamlet fashioned like Old English Countryside, with narrow roads framed by tall trees, behind which lay a growing number of wineries. Being good Baptists, we waited an hour or two before visiting our first one, and then only after catching up with someone we had met in Kings Canyon, who happened to co-ordinate the wine displays at the Margaret River Visitor Centre!
The only trouble with visiting small wineries and being the only people tasting is that there are certain members of our touring party who feel obliged to purchase something, even if the wine isn’t to our taste! Of course, this meant that one had to sample as many as possible in order to find out whether there was one you really did like!
There was one other great discovery this day in Margaret River – their second hand stores are fantastic! In a small town called Witchcliffe just south of Margaret River, we found plenty to amuse ourselves in an antique store... until we realised that these were things from our childhood!!!! Antiques INDEED!?@#@