We had an excellent stay in Carnarvon, which we found to be a charming town in a lovely setting.
After walking the historic mile long pier, we scaled the lookout tower which is a converted water tank, previously used to refill steam locomotives which serviced the ships at the end of the pier. We shared the viewing platform with a group of aboriginal kids all about six or seven years old. We struck up a conversation, and they told me about the recent flooding of the Gascoyne river. In the corner I noticed one young fellow scooping tomato sauce out of a receptacle, and using his finger to spread the sauce across the top of a pie he was eating. In a lull in the conversation he looked at me and said "Have you had a feed ?" I said that I hadn't. He promptly offered me the half of the pie that he had not eaten. I made the necessary excuses, but it did remind me of the story of the Englishman who returned from a holiday in Australia. A neighbour asked him if he had had a good time. "Wonderful" he said, "Lovely country, but best of all, delightful people, kind, helpful, honest and generous, they would give you the shirt off their backs. It was the white ones that I didn't like "
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