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An extract from our story.
Sunday morning we awoke revitalised to a milder day with some overcast and very little wind. It was 170 already by 0830 hrs. After another seven kilometres due west the road finally turned in the direction of the tip of the peninsula i.e. southwest. We now encountered very long stretches of straight almost level road. The potential for boredom was shattered by the variation in our surroundings. There were large expanses of various crops with broad bands of nature strips between crops and roadside. It was a veritable kaleidoscope of colours: it was like riding through a botanic garden. As the soil types varied so did the vegetation; now casuarinas; now low mallee; now heath. Rainbow colour was provided by different varieties of wattle; "cockies tongue" (templetonia) in bright oranges and yellows; unidentified shrubs with dark red flowers; blue and purple vines and herbs; and more shades of green than I could have imagined. The wind had increased and was now moderate to strong but coming from behind our right shoulder, so it was more help than hindrance. Another thing that made for a most enjoyable ride, not just today but on the entire peninsula, was the friendliness of the passing motorists. From almost every car that passed us, someone waved, if not the driver then the passengers or both. I came to the conclusion that these people recognised that we had made a deliberate effort to visit their beloved region, rather than being seen simply as some ratbag tourist passing through.
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