The Last Full Day in the van

I'm awake at 3.30am, cannot sleep, is it the anticipation of returning home, is it the thought of did I do all I could to make someone's birthday special, No don't be daft, its because I had two Australian Guinness type drinks followed by expensive red wine. I read for an hour and then think about travelling North today back to Perth. Now every Sunday appears to have been a bit boring, how can I make the last one different? Who knows, I don't I'm fast asleep.......
We awake at 7.30am and my first words to the elderly lady next to me are "I'm back in charge" why is it she says I've lost the ability of being romantic. She is making Breakfast whilst I am busy on Internet, I have a plan, she asks what it is, I won't tell her, I'm in charge and it's my plan, I say, so as to enforce my dominance.
We set off and I change my mind of the route to my destination, in order we can call into a town called Cowaramup, it's only small but all the way along it high street, it has fibre glass cows........ We stop for coffee and ask about cows etc, it turns out that they have nothing to do with the towns name, as that is aboriginal for purple crowned lorikeet, but some one had a dairy farm nearby before the vineyards so they decided to mix the two together, anything to get the tourist dollar........
We go past Camels in a field, we have no idea why, we go past Deer in numerous fields, they are the first deer we have seen, so think that's unusual, until we get to the entrance of the Venison farm, that is........... We are driving along and turn left at the Chocolate Factory sign, I think someone is hopeful her surprise has something to do with the said sign, I say nothing but as we drive past the factory you could sense the disappointment, we continue along a country road and turn into a Marino Sheep Farm that is advertising 'Ugg' boots etc. We go in but the owners have gone on holiday, today of all days, so no demonstrations just a few penned sheep to look at and pet and a shop that reminds me of John Lewis, it's all labelled items that you could buy anywhere and as for the Ugg boots, they are on order......... Disappointed, we leave and head for Fremantle where we intend to have lunch and then can skip dinner as I want to see the last sunset over the sea and we have to pack...... We go past a Cemetery and I notice a newly dug grave, now have any of you ever given a thought to the poor grave digger who has to dig a 6ft deep hole in SAND.......... I assume there must be a method but when you think, we have seen no crematoriums, only cemeteries and the whole South West seems to be sand, how do they do it?
We get to Fremantle, park up in a paid car park, the first one of the whole trip and head for the esplanade where we do what everyone does, eat fish and chips with a beer in the open air, overlooking the port and being obstructive to the sea gulls that want to share your dinner......... We then walk around the town looking for the Cappuccino Strip and stop and ask a guy of a similar number of years as yesterday's girl, is he a local or tourist like myself as he is trying to look younger than he really is, he replies in a Aussie accent, "No I'm a Terrorist like yourself" I think, Wow, this is a rare find a Aussie with a sense of humour, so I reply, " oh good, I'm looking for the bomb making factory in the Cappuccino Strip" to which he replies, " The cappuccino strip is up there but I don't know of the bomb making factory" We have to excuse ourselves by pretending we have just seen a friend over the road and giggle our way along the entire strip........
We check in our last camp site, which is advertised as having direct access to the beach, yes it does have direct access, providing you walk along the council footpath for 10 minutes, which we do and get to a small jetty to watch the sun go down, along with possibly 100 others and 40 odd fisher persons....... There is also a Pelican on the jetty amongst all these people, he is feeding off of any small fish the fisher persons don't want, all of a sudden all hell breaks out as one of the fishermen has caught something a little larger, his rod is bending, he is on one side of the jetty one minute and the other the next minute, one of the kids shouts out, it's a mackerel. We hear this and think, what's the big deal with that as the guy who has caught it is still trying to land it, with a crowd of possibly 40 people shuffling along the jetty around him. Now a mackerel to us is about 10inches and are used basically as a bait fish, Not in Australia, this guy eventually landed it with the help of someone else and a long pole with a hook on the end of it, this Mackerel was about 4ft long give or take an inch and we suddenly realised why there was so much excitement from everyone, except the Pelican that is........
Back to the van and the neighbours have gone to bed, it is half eight after all, so nothing for it, we start to tidy up and pack and whilst B'Day +1 girl empties cupboards, I empty cans of beer, whilst B'Day+1 girl tidies up bits and pieces, I tidy up the rest of the red wine, whilst B'Day+1 girl has packed her suitcase, I leave mine until the morning........