Our final port of call was Albany a town Julie and I have not visited in 33 years of married life. We were invited to stay at Red Cow Farm by Brendan, Cheryl and Murphy McCormack. It turned out to be the perfect final resting place for our trusty caravan and two now fully relaxed and converted ‘grey nomad’ travelers.
Life on Red Cow Farm was a step back in time and became a highlight. In fact we were sad to leave. Our hosts were former work colleagues of mine and in Cheryl’s case an ex student of Corpus Christi College as well – 1989 to be precise. We had shared a small part of their epic journey earlier in the year meeting up in Budgewoi – just above Sydney where we met up with the dog Murphy. Great dog. Brendan and Cheryl are staked out on the Kalgan River some 20 km east of town. Horses, guinea pigs, chooks and the abundant wildlife including Kangaroos, rabbits and kookaburras makes this place as Australian as Australia gets. Add Murphy to the mix and you don’t even need to visit town.
Brendan now a fireman and Cheryl returning as an Yr 7 teacher at St Josephs in 2015 were the perfect hosts. If you know these guys look them up and organize a therapeutic session at Red Cow.
We did manage a little sight seeing and were introduced to their favourite swimming places, abalone collecting and surfing spots. Impressed by the Anzac Tributes in Albany as well we have vowed to returned to explore further this once historic whaling station. We are told that the trick to picking the correct weather season is in the hands of the Gods.
Time to go home – can you believe it a year gone. The final 400km was time for reflection and reminding ourselves to live each day as it comes.