We touched down around 1:30, home safe.
I’ll tell the world, Mary saved the trip. No bus or train would have taken me to 80-mile beach or Shark Bay. I would not have watched emus strut across the road or have time in Perth for all we did. She the inveterate shopper found my new edition of Pizzey’s classic bird book. She made me rest when I would have pushed on until I ran completely out of steam.
She and I both find the west coast of Australia far better than the bustling east side—less hurried, unpretentious, rich in the natural things and careful to preserve them. Australia is gearing up for Christmas. It’s a good way to end.
Today the 29th it is snowing.