Walpole is a lovely forested region on the southern section of the south-western coast. It has lots of tall karri and tingle trees and access to dramatic beaches. It’s very beautiful but it’s an area very much reliant on people enjoying its natural environment. This would be a whole lot easier if it didn’t bloody rain the whole time.

We stay at an open area campsite we found on the internet. It’s someone’s farm and they have provided three powered campsites. There’s two other caravans there already but it’s easy enough to park so we are not on top of them.

The rain has finally cleared and a little bit of sun peaks through accompanied by a breeze. I quickly pull out all the damp clothes hanging around the campervan, piled on the beds and table and start hanging them out under the awning.

The next day, we decide to avoid the coast for the morning, hoping the weather will clear. We head out to Mt Frankland, about 30 minutes north of Walpole. It’s overcast but at least it’s not raining. It’s not the most riveting walk or view but it’s good to stretch our legs.

In the afternoon, the sun finally starts to peak through as we head back towards our campground by way of Conspicuous Cliffs and the Peaceful Bay Fish and Chip shop. By this time, the clouds have cleared away and although it’s not that warm, the first clear blue sky in days lifts our spirits considerably.