We woke up with a puddle on our floor, and a few leaks, but given the awful night we’d had, this wasn’t so bad. Unfortunately the forecast was for more of the same. I started to wonder if this was really happening to us. We battened down the hatches (or we thought we had) and went out to see what Margaret River had to offer on a rainy day.

First we checked in at the beach at the end of the track.

Wild, wild weather

You can’t see far out to sea because…you can’t see far out to sea. And the state of the white water was like washing machine suds. Nippers would cancel training today, I’m sure of it.

The boys dragged me to a surfing photo gallery, so I fed them pies and then dragged them to one café, one art gallery, one jewellery exhibition, one silk worm farm, one fine furniture gallery and one winery. Only one of each. It’s nothing compared to how many times they’ve been surfing. We also went to Cowaramup which has made a name for itself by having these “cows” all around the town.

The Cowaramup Cows

We found ourselves right back at Dunsborough and Geographe Bay, so we went to Bunker Bay to check the surf.

Bunker Bay

I love Bunker Bay, and while John took Ferg to tackle some bigger waves, Harry and I enjoyed the lovely café on the edge of the sand.

We headed south again after this, and ended up back at Gracetown watching the surf and the weather. Again.

Gracetown’s waves being blown away

The rain kept coming and as we crossed the Gracetown Creek, John was pretty sure it was good for a paddle on the rapids. As darkness approached and the rain continued, we retreated to the pub for dinner. Hey Presto: the footy was on tv! It was warm and dry inside, and I didn’t have to cook or wash up. The boys even talked to me between quarters!