Sunday, 30 August 2015

Hiking Bluff Knoll

As we drove up the track towards the mountain a feeling of dread took over me. Jody seriously wanted me to climb that? Me? Gets knackered walking to the top of the stairs me? Standing in the car park looking up at it didn’t do anything to ease the knot in my stomach but in a ‘fuck it’ moment I got out of the car, took a deep breath and joined Jody at the starting point.

333.75 metres (1095 feet) might not sound high to some of you super fit types but to me – the Jody please go to the kitchen and get me a drink type – it was a lot. Bluff Knoll is the highest peak in Western Australia but when you compare it to Everest (8,848m) and Kilimanjaro (5,895m) it’s just a wee baby.
To get to the summit of Bluff Knoll (which as you can see from the photo is steep AF) you have to hike 3km round it through a mix of mud tracks, natural rock formations and steps that were blatantly created for basketball players.
The trail eases you in with a few metres of downwards steps – deceiving you into thinking that you *might* be able to climb the mountain with some ease – but don’t be fooled. If you’re unfit like me the next few hours are going to be pretty tough.

After 500 metres of going up steps that came up to my knees I was ready to call it quits, sit down and maybe have a bit of a sympathy cry but for once, I gave myself a talking too, put on my big girl pants and carried on.
In the middle, the climb eased up a bit and we were making good progress, we were proper hikers!

Then came the final descent.

Rocks, slippery, uneven rocks. A shit tonne of them. And guess what? The mist had rolled in and chances of seeing anything at the top had pretty much dissolved.
But there was no way I had climbed three quarters of the way up to go down because of a bit of fog – I’m from Yorkshire, the land of mist, clouds and drizzle dammit.
Two hours after we started we were at the top. The sense of relief I felt when we saw that little yellow summit of Bluff Knoll sign was incredible. Oh and you can get 3G up there and even tweet/facebook/Instagram that you’ve just hiked a mountain.
If you don’t put it on social media it may aswell never happened right?
It may have only been a small mountain (some fitness fanatics would probably call it a big hill) but for me getting up Bluff Knoll was a big deal.
I manned the eff up and powered on, doing something that I didn’t think would be possible for me to do. Instead of having a paddy and giving up I carried on. Through sheer stubbornness I got to the top of a mountain. Hell yeah.

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Australia: Month 8 Recap

If August were a colour it would be that two tone, shiny, iridescent colour that Saudi playboys favour for their fancy sports cars. If August were a colour it would be that moment where the sun rises and turns the sky pink, purple, red and orange all at once.

What I'm trying to say is that August was exciting, adventurous, fun and full of changes.

It's been go go go from the minute I left my job  - I've frozen my arse off in a campervan, hiked up a mountain, seen whales, discovered my favourite new cuisine, lived in luxury for a night on Gili Trawangan and fallen totally in love with Indonesia.

Yesterday I hopped on a place to Brisbane to start a new chapter of the Aussie story and now the hard work to get my second year visa begins.


August has been one of those months where I need to pinch myself every now and again and remember that this is actually my life. No set address, nowhere to be and a big, wide world that I quite fancy exploring some more of.

In other words, I am a very lucky duck.

Much Love.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015



I'm back from Bali!
After an amazing week in the sunshine it was straight back into chaos - packing up and tidying our room for our move to Brisbane, trying to sell the car and ringing up working hostels to find some regional work.
Bali was awesome - Crazy but awesome - and I cannot wait to go back next year (fingers crossed!). I'll be sharing some stories and photos over the next few weeks once everything settles down.
Hope you are having a wonderful week!


Sunday, 16 August 2015

Instagramming the South West of Australia

As you may or may not know, this past week I've been roadtrippin' through the South West region of Australia with the mister in a Wicked Camper. I got back Friday and have a million photos and stories to share but as I leave for Bali tomorrow I have zilch time to actually get any of it written up.
In the meantime I'm gunna leave you with an Instagram round up of the week.
Gnomesville, Busselton Jetty, Pentland Animal Park, elephant rocks, travel, adventure
Gnomesville - Busselton Jetty - Elephant Rocks - Pentland Animal Farm

bluff knoll, hiking, mountains, whales, whale watching, adventure, travel
The Stirling Ranges - Cheesy Mountain Selfie - Bluff Knoll Summit - Southern Right Whale and calf
We had an awesome week, saw some pretty cool things and I can't wait to share more of it with you. For now though I am Bali bound!
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Friday, 7 August 2015

Holy Shit I'm unemployed

Okay so lately I've been doing a '7 ways/things' post on a Friday but today is a big day. I am no longer employed (Well as of 5 o clock I'm not). 

My contract hasn't ended and they didn't push me out. I gave up my cushty temp role to become unemployed by choice. Kinda.

As you may know I'm going camper vanning in the South West for week, then heading to Bali (if that pesky ash cloud pisses off) before finishing up in Brisbane. Once in Brisbane I've got everything crossed that I can find some regional work for my second year visa ASAP so I will be unemployed for as little time as possible.

Even though I'm going to be looking for work the minute we touch down in Brisbane, it's still pretty terrifying knowing that the current contents of my bank have got to last me until I get a job there. My tax refund is taking aggeees so I haven't got as much money as I hoped but I'll get by.

As much as I like Perth we have spent way too much time here and are both ready to get moving.  The idea of not having a job or any money coming in is pretty scary but not as scary as the idea of missing out on a second year in Australia.


Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Lone Ranges Shooting Complex

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I have one thousand, three hundred and eleventy two things I want to do before I die (roughly) whereas my other half can count all the things he wants to do on one hand. One of those things was to go to a shooting range and experience firing a gun.

Now before I go on, let me say this as a bit of a disclaimer: I am a HUGE advocate for better gun control and after firing one myself I can honestly say it only made me think the right to bear arms is an out dated and ridiculous law (more than I already did I mean).

Anyway back to the story.

So Jody has always wanted to go to a shooting range and he found one in Belmont just outside the Perth CBD. We pre-booked ahead of time and were told to bring some photo I.D or we wouldn't be allowed to take part.

We rolled up, completely unaware of what the experience was going to be like and paid $60 for a .22mm revolver with 50 bullets and $90 for a .9mm semi-automatic Beretta with 30 bullets. You are buzzed into the shooting range where you take a pair of ear muffs and eye glasses. Then you are shown to your cubicle where the gun is padlocked into place so can't cause yourself a mischief with it.

After a brief but thorough demonstration you are shown how to handle the gun, load it and fire it...Then it's all on you.

Guess what?
It was terrifying. The revolver wasn't to bad but the sheer power of the .9mm was enough for me to have one go and go nope. It's terrifying to think that people have these in their homes and carry them with them on the street. Nope. Nada. No.

I had a really good time at the complex and would probably go again as it was a great stress reliever but as to ever wanting to own a gun? Pass.

perth western australia belmont

belmont, western australia

Lone Ranges Shooting Complex
107 Robinson Avenue, Belmont WA 6104
Call: (08) 9277 9200