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A while ago, with the inherent uncertainty of when Bryn would arrive, we decided to have a week away from home with him.  Just the three of us – no internet, no phone signal – a chance to learn our newly increased family.  To this end we found a cottage in Dwellingup – just over an hour away from home, so near enough to ‘run for it’ if needed.

Early autumn filtered light.

Early autumn filtered light.

Some diary catch-up - all very serious!

Some diary catch-up – all very serious!

The welcome rain after the dry of summer brings glorious colour - Grevillea

The welcome rain after the dry of summer brings glorious colour – Grevillea

The locals - just outside the bedroom window

The locals – just outside the bedroom window

We did make a foray to nearby Pinjarra – for supplies (and coffee).

well-practised petty theft

well-practised petty theft at the cafe

Late starts and unhurried breakfasts as we settle into the feed, change and sleep cycle.  Most days we venture out.  Some of these trips are suitably gentle – others less so as habits fail to fade.

We're tempted by a dirt road return route from Marrinup Falls

We’re tempted by a dirt road return route from Marrinup Falls

a further diversion onto the Munda Biddi goes better than you might think. Barring a couple a steeper, looser bits where the trike's fully slick tyres force Sarah to lift more than Bryn's weight...

a further diversion onto the Munda Biddi goes better than you might think. Barring a couple of steeper, looser bits where the trike’s fully slick tyres force Sarah to lift more than Bryn’s weight…

Still plenty of sitting around though

Still plenty of sitting around though

Walking too - a car left at the end of a Bibbulman segment, biked back (Tom).  Bryn blissfully snug doesn't notice a thing (just don't stop!)

Walking too – a car left at the end of a Bibbulmun segment, biked back (Tom). Bryn blissfully snug doesn’t notice a thing (just don’t stop walking!)

An afternoon on my own, while others are pottering locally.  A chance to use the fat-bike on some trails and try out a new camera filter.

First passing through Dwellingup.  Once a busy rail-serviced mill-town; things are much quieter now

First passing through Dwellingup. Once a busy rail-serviced mill-town; things are much quieter now

Ghosting along (illicit) trails

Ghosting along (illicit) trails

Blurring the background.  The Twenty2 Cycles fat stays sharp while the river smoothes. See this post for details.

Blurring the background. The Twenty2 Cycles fat stays sharp while the river smoothes. See this post for details.

On both the Munda Biddi and Bibbulmun trails we keep on meeting another that’s signed with a horse-shoe marker. Investigations duly reveal a 20+km ‘bridle’ loop – a trail set up for people on horses.  The next day the family ventures forth!

The Les Cousins bridle-horse trail.  Works well for (bi/tri)cycles too

The Les Cousins bridle-horse trail. Works well for (bi/tri)cycles too

Stopping to feed Bryn.  The trike works well to keep things comfortable.  The Big Dummy hauling the trailer (very slowly at times - to avoid too much rattling) and gives plenty of carrying options for all that you might need.

Stopping to feed Bryn. The trike works well to keep things comfortable. The Big Dummy hauling the trailer (very slowly at times – to avoid too much rattling) and gives plenty of carrying options for all that you might need.

what goes in, must come out

what goes in, must come out – sorting the nappy.

then on again

then on again

We cheat slightly at the end - onto smoother terrain

We cheat slightly at the end – onto smoother terrain

Reluctantly back to the masses at week’s end.  Work and tasks put off crowd in.  Realising that the next ‘big one’ is the Canning Stock Route – more of that soon.

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