I have always believed that one can't have bad luck all the time and so it was, and we completed all our chores, and tourist drives afterward without any more incidents.
Amongst it all one day we drove home through beautiful, lush green Harvey. Oh my, what a lovely little place. Once again it was rural, and so beautifull, nestled on green fertile land, we later learned it was irrigated farm land. We saw evidence of dairy, beef cattle, oranges, and multiple other crops. I loved it, it was like home for me nestled among rolling hills.
The Visitor Centre was interesting, with stories about author May Gibbs, and her Gumnut Babies Snugglepot and Cuddlepie amongst other friends. It is believed that she drew much of her inspiration for her bush stories and illustrations from her experience whilst living in Harvey in 1885; in the literature I learned that her books have never been out of print since 1918.
Also at that location was a memorial shrine built by local Italian families to those Italians and Germans interned in that area during WWII.
One of the writings was this "Amidst the horrors and misunderstandings of a world war these men were representing both sides of the conflict while living in peace and harmony".
We spent a very pleasant afternoon wandering arount the formal gardens and taking photos, then popped up
to see that damm that helped the area be so bountiful and there read that it also pumps some water to Perth and out to the Goldfields, what a wondrous place.
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