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From Cape Leeuwin we managed another two hours until we’d had enough. Walpole was the spot. 60km’s short of Denmark, where we had been aiming for. Now to find a place to stay. The camper trailer is a bit of a two-man job, so we’d resigned ourselves to the fact that we might have to stay in a few wee cabins, or cheap motel rooms until Erin could walk properly.
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There’s a lot to see up here besides the ‘top’. Another day trip was to a place called Somerset, where you can see the remains of the Jardine homestead, a few graves, a beautiful beach and a cave with Aboriginal paintings.
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I’d never heard of the Glasshouse Mountains before. I read about them in the Lonely Planet, they sounded nice and we could actually get booked into a campsite over Easter, so that was it. I discovered later on why there was availability in this particular site, but I’ll get to that in a while.
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A student in Oxford was arrested a few years back for saying that to a Policeman. And what do you suppose happened to a 16 year old for holding up a sign saying “Scientology is a dangerous cult”…?
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