Dingo Flour

I've decided that if I have any hope of attracting visitors from 'back East' I'll need to start showcasing some of WA's features rather than just observing the idiosyncracies in a patronising tone and whinging about my lack of a life so far (what, did I think it would take just over a week to have everything sorted?) The very short update is I'm still waiting for a teaching number and we're still looking for a house. But in the interests of having an excuse to talk to people I have joined a reading group (trying to train myself out of calling it a book club) and the WA Greens.

So, let's start with the delights of Fremantle. They have a Bon Scott statue on the Esplanade. 'nuff said.  Nearby is this fancy monument to the famous Fremantle Doctor. You've got to love a town that has a famous wind, right? And while we're talking about the Doctor, I'm all for the concept of natural air conditioning, and it really does cool things down, but does it have to be so, you know, windy? The first night we arrived it was so cold we had to wear jackets to go out, and yesterday I took my Monthly magazine (thanks Ma) to the beach to read, and couldn't. It's an A4 page! No wonder they don't read broadsheets... Oops, hang on, I'm whinging again. Back to the delights...

Look, I could post pictures of beautiful sunsets over the water and stunning beaches, I could talk about lifestyle, friendly folk and cycle paths, but to be honest, my favourite part of Freo at the moment is the Dingo Flour warehouse. It's on the train line north of North Fremantle station. The sight of this little fella looking expectantly into the distance, ears alert, always warms my heart. I think I might get a t-shirt printed.