This weekend was so chilled out – we had a lazy morning on Saturday, just kicking back on the sofa and chatting for a few hours, catching up on each others thoughts. I love our Saturday mornings when we get the chance to do that.
I really wanted to go take some photos on Saturday afternoon, so we saddled up and headed North to check out Scarborough Beach and have some lunch. Now Perth’s northern beach suburbs get a lot of hype about being where its all happening – all the rich folks live in giant houses overlooking the sea – whats not to like, right?
Well Scarborough was nice enough – the surf was up and hundreds of surfers were catching waves in the warm afternoon. We sat and had fish and chips and watched the surfers wipe out which was nice – but I had expected more and actually, Scarborough was a bit nothing really
There’s not that much there apart from the bloody great hotel complex – Rockingham has way more cafes and classy restaurants. So much for the millionaire’s playground then. We drove on up past Trigg, North Beach, Marmion and Sorrento and I have to say – meh! Big ugly vulgar houses, flash cars, people jogging up the footpath, only the occasional overpriced cafe and so little character to be seen anywhere.
As disappointing as the places were, we had fun just driving about.
We drove back to Fremantle to have a wander around the markets and get some decent culture and a coffee on the strip.
We found a wonderful little cupcake shop in the markets – My Yummy Vice – http://www.myyummyvice.com which had gluten free and vegan cupcakes – so we stocked up 🙂 Awesome end to the day 🙂
Best cakes ever. Well, maybe apart from the ones I made 😉
York is a heritage town in the wheatbelt to the east of Perth. Its a fair old trek from where we live by the sea, so we packed the camera bags and headed out early as its a couple of hours drive through the forest and out into the fields.
On the way we stopped off at a place that makes it own olive oil – run by a charismatic Frenchman – and full of the yummiest locally made honey, tapenade, olive oil, etc. We came away with some bounty (of course) for later. The local scenery is lovely too, with rolling fields and totally unspoiled forest.
York is only a small town with architecture straight out of the wild west, quaint, with verandahs, wrought iron fretwork and the original signwriting on the buildings. Its pretty quiet and cool. We went for a walk about, had some nice lunch and went off for a tour around the old courthouse. Its wonderfully preserved – you walk into the later of the 2 courtrooms, then to the earlier basic courtroom, then the jail cells, which are scarily small and with preserved graffiti on the walls. All the pictures I took of York are on the Holga or Trip 35, so you’ll just have to wait for those 🙂
Went on to the main Catholic church – a very nice traditional building with lovely stained glass windows
Had a very disappointing Devonshire Tea in the somewhat crap Yorky’s Coffee Carriage tea shop, but consoled ourselves with a load of shots with the Holgas and Trip 35’s then came home via Brookton, a scenic detour through the most gorgeous countryside.
Drive was lovely, through the fields of the wheatbelt – which actually extends 100’s of miles to the east.
Great Southern Highway
fields near Brookton
In Brookton, saw this wonderful sign. Not sure how that actually works as a business though..any ideas?