Having finally managed to turn our gross sheets into clean ones in Serpentine, we head to Fremantle to work through the last enormous loads of washing before beginning the long drive back to Melbourne.

We stay down in Woodman’s Point near Fremantle. It’s a scrappy little wilderness area with an obscenely overpriced caravan park that’s two saving graces are a pool and a very efficient washing machine.

Toby’s family lived in Yangebup in the 1980s so he happily reminisced and marvelled at all the changes. There’s now a very fancy surf club and lots of bespoke mansions of various sizes clamouring for a few of the windswept ocean and the very derelict power station.

Sarah's Dad David comes down to join us for coffee in East Fremantle. We catch up at a café perched on the banks of the Swan River estuary. The day marks our fifth day of glorious, sunny weather. How we miss the real summer weather!

In the afternoon, Angus and Tashi come for a visit and take the kids to some kind of glow-in-the-dark mini-golf thing. Seizing the last chance we have to be by ourselves for the next week, Toby wanders off to go fishing and ‘get rid of the last of the bait’ – the one and only thing that fits in the crappy freezer. Sarah goes for a swim and reads crap on her phone.

They both thoroughly enjoy themselves.