Today I was introduced to the Snotty Gobble. It is the common name of this tree, named because of the fruits. I don’t think I will try them.
Sharon had stopped on the track to make a coffee so I sat and had one too. We walked the rest of the 22km together and she pointed out the Snotty Gobble to me.
Into Donnelly River village today. It was a mill town but the mill closed in 1977. Some locals pitched in and bought the 35 mill houses and went about marketing the place as a good stopover for those on the Bibbulmun and the Murambingi cycle track and as a family holiday destination.
The emus and kangaroos roam freely around and are very friendly. Being school holidays the houses were all booked out with families. Dozens kids were riding their bikes around, in and out of the trees and buildings barefooted, no helmets just as I did as a kid.
The little general store was busy with kids spending their daily allowance on bags of mixed lollies and chippies, cyclists and walkers scoffing down bacon and egg rolls and parents drinking lattes. No pub but Peter managed to find someone to “sell” him a couple of beers.
