Carnarvon

The first time we laid eyes upon St Paul’s Cathedral in London its dome was covered in scaffolding. The same building dais covered NY’s lady with the lamp, the Statue of Liberty, making pictures an impossibility on our first visit.

Similarly, in downtown Carnarvon the iconic fascine is fenced off with royalty for regions money supporting its reconstruction. We will have to come back!
Robinson street, Carnarvon’s main thoroughfare is still there, be it all reduced to a single piddling lane in each direction outside the old Port Hotel. The Gascoyne Hotel which once fronted the red dirt banks of the Gascoyne River, now abuts a new permanent yacht mooring area. Olivia Terrace is still there, so is Skipworth St. Even the famed pink house appears to still exist, although now painted in a fetching light baby blue.
Wintersun, our caravan park home for a few days, is a genuine oasis of manicured lawns and trees with plantations surrounding 3 sides.
Just up the road the once booming Haselbys general store is an abandoned wreck, forlornly painted in a once-only application of anaemic yellow undercoat.
Yesterday we travelled 323kms from Denham to this Gascoyne town via Hamelin Pool with its stromatolites (fawned over by the scientific communities as some kind of bacteria wonderland) but about as interesting as a visit to Wave Rock at Hyden.
Today we are looking forward to re-acquainting ourselves with many of the attractions on offer since we last holidayed here about 35 years ago.