I didn't spend as long travelling down the West Coast as I would have liked. After Broome it started to get cooler again and beyond Port Hedland the head wind was so strong it wore me out riding in it. So in trying to get away from the bad (though not bad by English standards) weather I sort of shot through to the south quicker than I had planned. I did have an interesting night sleeping behind a roadhouse at Fortescue River. It is family run, but the main woman in the house is called Barbara. She is a right character. I sat in the bar for the night being entertained by this incredible woman - whose husband promised her a holiday 20 years ago and still hasn't come through! I woke up in the early hours and found I was surrounded by about 10 kangaroos. I have seen lots, but never so close in the wild.

As I got closer to Perth, the countryside started to look more and more like England. One minute I'm in the Australian outback where it's all red dirt, dry grass, starving cattle not a puddle in sight. Within a few hundred kilometres it gets very green, the rivers have water in them, the cows are fat and I saw a yellow field.

It felt odd to reach my final destination. I was happy and amazed that I’d made it, yet also a bit sad that it had come to an end. Not to worry I am already planning more trips for when I get home. (When I’ve finished paying for this trip anyway!) I have been in Perth for a week and I haven’t ridden the bike since I got here. I will though, just one last time.

There will be photos on here when I get home around the end of October.