Stepping off the plane at the small airport of Learmonth we were greeted by a warm breeze, which was accompanied by the most amazing smell of dry, hot wood. We had landed in Exmouth, a place that enjoys around 320 days of sunshine a year. This day was no different; it was only 7.30am yet the temperature was making its way up to the high thirties. It was going to be a holiday of sun, sea, sand, snorkeling and muchos suncream.
The Margaret River region is a 3 hour drive south of Perth though possibly a bit longer if you have to factor in stops for baby. Many Western Australians venture here for their holidays, especially during the summer months because it tends to be a tad cooler than up north.
It was easy to see why the region is so popular being full of family friendly beaches, waves to surf, limestone caves to explore and a fantastic gourmet scene to gorge on (think wine, cheese, ice cream and chocolate galore!). Whatsmore, this is all available in a relatively compact area; the drive from Busselton -in the north of the region – to Augusta – in the south- took us just over an hour. This meant we were able to fit in lots of activities, as we could plan any driving around babies naps and therefore avoid meltdowns.
The night before we left for Margaret River there were some strange goings on outside our apartment. We heard whisperings and what sounded like the clanging of metal and the scraping of dirt. When Oshi started stirring, I became ruffled – how dare these people wake up my sleeping baby just before our holiday?!
We’ve been on many camping trips over the years and even spent four months or so living in our bell tent. So far, we have only managed to go on two camping trips with bub: one when he was 12 weeks old and the most recent at 12 months (more are in the pipeline!). Both stages presented different challenges but as long as you’re organised, relaxed and prepared to ‘go with the flow’, you’ll have a great time and make some wonderful memories.
One of the most important things on entering parenthood is not to lose sight of the person you were or the things you enjoyed before baby came along. You will inevitably have less time to spend on your hobbies but any ‘me’ time is a welcome breather from the intense and chaotic world of babies.
We woke up at 5.30 am on the first day of our camping holiday in Margaret River. Black out blinds in the tent were not an option so we couldn’t trick Oshi into sleeping longer. He started grumbling and wiggling at first light, patting the sides of his pop up cot to be let out. After a little snooze session, Dan reached in and hauled him out for a cuddle but it wasn’t long before Osh began whimpering for food. I hastily threw on some clothes, as Dan tried to entertain bub but his hunger cries grew louder and louder. Continue reading
At the weekend we visited Cottesloe beach, which is famous for surfing, swimming, snorkeling and amazing sunsets. The beach was packed – people were basking in the blazing sun and playing in the crashing waves. The water looked extremely inviting in the 30 degree heat until Dan kindly pointed out that the helicopter hovering above us was probably on shark patrol. We strolled, or rather ‘hauled’ all of our stuff along , to a quieter area of the beach so we could set up camp.
I knew exactly how we were going to spend our bank holiday weekend when I saw the words ‘glass bottom boat’ on a leaflet for Penguin Island. Continue reading