Day 6, Katanning to Mount Barker, 119km, 6h 52m!!!! Unfortunately even though I am thousands of miles away from England I can't seem to break my Arsenal addiction. Since arriving in Australia I have pretty much watched or listened to every game. This means waking up at 4am in the morning as it did last night. I drifted in and out of sleep listening to the Arsenal Newcastle game until I awoke properly for the last 15 minutes of the game. Whilst drinking a tomato ...

Day 6, Highbury to Katanning, 93km. After an amazing nights sleep in the luxury of my air-conditioned motel room I found it hard to pull my self out of bed. Reluctantly I got up and double bagged a cup a soup, which turned into a viscous glupe. After finishing the glupe I packed my bike, my bags were pre-packed something I can't do if I camp. I jumped back on my bike and was off. My legs felt much better than the previous day and I was ready for a good day. Th...

Brookton to Highbury, 87km. Up bright and early I was ready to push on for another day. I left the campsite at 5.30am with the first light appearing over the horizon to the east. I rejoined the highway with a chilly headwind pushing against me. The sun was slowly rising and warming the landscape to the left of me whilst a full moon sat to the right of me in the crystal blue sky, it was very serene. The next couple of hours was hard work, my legs felt heavy and...

Day 4, York to Brookton, 79km. First of all let me just set the scene. I'm sitting in the laundry room (not really a room, only 3 walls) of a hill-billy caravan park sheltering from the 39C heat and the flies. The flies seem to refuse to come in here even though I'm easy game. I think its because they know this place is the equivalent of the elephant graveyard but for flies. Many a fly has died in here by what means is hidden behind all the machines. I'm sweati...

Day 3, Mundaring Weir to York, 75km. Good day today. Left the hostel at 6am with the kangaroo family sat outside eagerly awaiting their wheetabix (no joke, they love wheetabix no milk though). I witnessed one of the larger roo's slap the joey, it looked hilarious with their weird little arms. I set off into the darkness with my high-viz (thanks Jane and Jen, still Smells of horse though) and all my lights flashing. I must of been a sight, I had more lights on ...