Sunday driving was just that bit slower with a load of trees destined for a new life in Uncle Ken's garden. Despite being subject to cyclonic force winds for an hour, they travelled well with minimal leaf loss. Our morning tea break was like the eye of the cyclone for the battered ficus.
Mumballup is fruit and veg growing country, with road side stalls offering new season apples and the late summer bounty of pumpkins, watermelons and zucchini. It is comforting to know there are still places in the world where an honesty tin prevails.