I recently headed on an Aussie adventure with three girlfriends on a road trip down south to the Margaret River region on the South West coast of WA. We packed so much in to the three days we were there that one singular blog post just wouldn’t do the trip justice – and so I decided to write a trilogy of Margaret River Memoirs instead… with a cheeky review of the new Riversmith thrown in for good measure.
It’s the morning after the night before… and I’m feeling surprisingly refreshed and ready to soak up our final day (booo) in Margs.
After we finished up our wine tour at Bootlegger Winery, we headed back to the apartment for a quick change before heading out for some more cheeky drinks and cheese. Because we we’re like, totally feeling cultured after a day of tasting and sampling some the finest produce (VINO) that Margaret River had to offer. It’s was the best end to a super day, enjoying the sunset as twilight set in, reflecting on the day and sharing secrets and giggles in the only way good friends can. After drinking.
It’s just after 7am the next morning as I snuck out of the apartment for a run around the town. The fresh morning air felt like absolute heaven in my lungs. There really is something so special about the morning sunshine – the way it peeks through the swaying trees and shimmers off the water. With no-one around, you could be mistaken for thinking it was meant just for you. As I ran over the little bridge at the entrance to the town, I literally stopped dead in my tracks in awe of what I could see – a river full of lotus. There, for as far as you could see, were lush green lily pads sprinkled on the river’s surface, which was so incredibly still you’d think it was made of glass. Just gorgeous and so tranquil.
I ran for another half hour taking in the beautiful scenery (including a cool, random sofa nestled beneath a weeping willow tree) before heading back to the apartment, armed with coffee for the girls (and tea for the American?! More on that another time…) before we checked out and headed over to the White Elephant Café at the Gnarabup Beach Boat Ramp for some brekkie overlooking the beach. This café actually has the same owners as Morries, where we ate on our first evening – so the food was of course incredible! Delicious smashed Avo, Bircher Muesli and bacon & eggs filled our tummies as we decided a plan of action for the day. We had hoped to go for a SUP but it was pretty windy, so we decided to cruise along these coast for a few hours, checking out a couple of beaches before hitting Caves Road for another few wineries and a late lunch before heading home.
Our first stop was Surfers Point, where we watched from a cliff top as surfers caught smashing waves and fishermen collected their crayfish from their pots down below. After a windy drive further up the coast along the cliffside we were treated to the incredible Injidup Beach – the most gorgeous, tucked away secluded beach which seemed to stretch for miles (check out the pano shot below) – there was literally no-one else there. The white sands and turquoise waters seemed to go on forever, both contrasting so beautifully it was easy to feel relaxed just taking it all in.
The final stop however blew us away. Well not literally (close given we were on a cliff-face), but figuratively speaking of course. Once we’d pulled up at what looked like just another viewpoint overlooking the ocean, we ventured out further onto the cliff, climbing huge rocks to fully absorb our surroundings. It felt like we were standing on the shoulders of giants…
The view coupled with the fresh, salty air was just breathtaking. We began a somewhat hazardous scramble down a sloping, rocky cliff side, randomly yelling out made-up songs to scare away snakes (and probably anything else) before touching down onto the sand below, which was up there with some of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen. We found this secluded part of Injidup beach thanks to my lovely girlfriend Jo, who had previously worked on a shoot which took place there during her time working as the CD for Scoop Publishing. We had the entire beach to ourselves as we ran around the surf and explored – with each and every crevice we peeked around presenting us with views more breathtaking than the one before.
Feeling super windswept and satisfied that we’d taken about 1,000 photos between us (okay, okay – just me), we bundled our salty selves back into the 4×4 and set off for Caves Road. We popped in to see Clairault | Streicker Wines (a former client of the agency I work for) for a few tastings and bottles of Rose, before leaving to have a potter around Yallingup Cheese Company at Windows Estate where we opted to order ourselves a platter of organic, hand-crafted cheeses and a final, delicious round of refreshing, cold sweet white white – cheers to that.
All in all, the perfect trip – it’s rare that I feel so relaxed and rejuvenated, especially after adventuring so much – but a few days in the country worked absolute wonders.
A huge thank you to my favourite girlfriends; Carla, Jo and Sam for making the weekend super special, for sharing your fave spots with me – and for not getting cross when I had to take ‘just one more’ photo… xxx
So, hands up – who wants to do another Margaret River roadie with me this weekend? I think I’m well and truly hooked…