MOORA

We are in a little town called Moora, a thriving regional town, central to many farming communities and described as being in "the wheatbelt", nicely laid out parks, murals celebrating the history, it is quite alive and growing community.
On the drive here (inland from Cervantes) we were delighted at the kaleidescope of colours.  There were rolling hills covered in large paddocks of wheat in various states of growth and so lush, rolling toward the horizon, as far as your eye could see. The main crops around here are wheat, barley and lupins, canola, also cattle (several types) and some merino sheep, dorpers (meat sheep) another farm had grape vines and a paddock with goats, my imagination fired up as to what they could produce!
Along the way we observed one of the largest wind power farms so far, WA was always ahead with that technology.
This caravan park is run by the local shire and they keep it beautifully, there are gardens with lovely roses and petunias amongst them.  The sites are laid with bitumen and there is lawn for tents, and some chalets also.   Imaculate barbeques and amenities and the laundry is free to tenants.  Furthermore because we had so many chores to do around the van we decided to stay at least a week here, and thereby the price was reduced.
I immediately pulled out all the washing I had to do, which amounted to several loads, the next day John and I pulled down all the curtains in the van to wash out (by hand) the red dust and dirt accumulated on our travels
It is raining today whoopee!  I have vowed never to complain about rain-ever again- it is toooo valuable
and even though today had been designated the day to drive along a noted wildflower route - no complaints from this girl.
Because of the rain we limited our activity to visiting a drying shed of a nearby wildflower farm, and were told how they dry, sometimes colour and pack and export all over the world.  They also had displays and some products selling at reasonable prices.