For Perthites, long weekends mean only one thing. You go “down south.” To you and me, that means your drive 2 hours out of the city (you guessed it – south) to the beaches and wineries of Margaret River.
Our hosts had rented a house for the weekend just outside of Yallingup, 5 minutes from the town of Dunsborough, for us to share with some old school friends and their kids. We arrived in the pouring rain but nothing was going to dampen our ridiculously giggly mood and it didn’t take us 5 minutes after arrival to pop the corks off some bottles and settle into the covered patio for drinks and snacks. Hours later it seemed appropriate to fire up the bbq, switch bubbles for red and start a boardgame marathon which lasted late into the night. We went to bed with hazy heads, a mist we’d hope would clear like the rain outside in time for the morning.
Our dreams were granted and we woke up to clear blue skies begging us to head to the beach! The only way I can describe “down South” to anyone that hasn’t been is that it’s a cross between the coastline and beaches of Cornwall, England and the wine region of Stellenbosch, South Africa. The surf beach at Jallingup was kicking off with perfect waves rolling in to delight surfers and body boarders alike.
Feeling invigorated from the fresh sea air we followed our rumbling stomachs away from the beach in search of sustenance and refreshments at Wills Domaine Winery which has to be one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever eaten lunch.
Tearing ourselves away from the view we carried on to sample some other varietals at another winery where we enjoyed live music out on the grass.
Our final stop for the afternoon saw us switching from wine to beer and cider brewed on the premesis we made friends with some other travellers who challenged us to a game of cornhole – my fave! Sadly the number of beverages consumed during the day did not correlate well with our coordination and we lost to our new friends in the final, but we left in high spirits, windows down in the cool evening breeze, heads hanging out of the car searching for kangaroos.
A word of warning for anyone driving around Australia – we met a roo RIGHT in the middle of the road as we were approaching home! How we missed crashing into it is a miracle and I’m so glad that neither party got hurt! So be careful!
Before dinner we popped down to the Caves House hotel to meet some friends and the place was HEAVING. Apparently it’s always super busy on long weekends but it was like a festival – satellite bars, live music and people who had clearly been there for a while! We escaped in time for dinner back at the house and another few rounds of board games before we all collapsed into bed after a busy day. The next day we faced the journey back to the city with substantially less energy than we had on the way down after a fabulous weekend with fabulous friends.