3 day Exmouth Journey

A theme is beginning to form in my relationship with Exmouth.
Not sure if it is all about ME or if I have simply caught the spirit of Exmouth itself. Depends who you ask...

So what is happening is, in my open-eyed wonder, I am drawn to learning and the consequential synchronistic unravelling of journeys.
To set off with one or no plan and be entirely open to anything means things are sprouting into some unexpected tropical varieties. Colourful blossoms and strange tasting fruit!

It's delicious and decidedly curious...

Here goes a most recent plan as determined by universe:

No plan

Driving HungryGo to farm to buy melon
Most delicious freshest melon I've tasted
Meet the farmer, Len (On the run) and his partner Bev (Loves Chocolate Crackles). Len shares scores of knowledge on caravaning and travelling / working.
Then Len talks about indian spirit guides with timely advice. Turns out he is a Reiki master and other such unsuspecting things. I think I have a crush on the old guy. He asks me if I know what colour my aura is. I settle on pastel rainbows.
And then delivers me lessons I never learnt about the birds and the bees!
(Of the actual pollination of vegetable variety.)
Next day I come back to farm to learn what I've been wanting to learn about growing things.
Pick, trim, do chalk signs and eat with crew and learn many tales of the farm folk.
One guy who is living out back is Al - who among being into purple, videography and his feminine side - has learnt to make dreamcatchers
Come back following day
We visit bird man - Yorky.
Get given feathers (and a few inappropriate feels) but decided it could be exotic bird feather payment so I didn't kick the old man's walking stick from under him.
Also received bizarre entertainment with peanuts, bird beak tap dancing and pretend bird strangulation and of course old Yorky turns of phrases.
Then I return to farm with Al to yabber about the masculine and feminine - and watch Al build my dreamcatcher using eagle feathers I had collected from road kill days earlier.
Topped with a few pink gallah pretty ones at the top.
I listen good.
... and it all came together.


Here is the same story, in pictures.