At a caravan park we overheard two young ‘lap of the map’ families discussing
a visit to Carnarvon. ‘It’s the worst town in Australia’ is one guy’s bold
accusation. ‘I heard it was bad – but that bad?’ his mate asked. ‘Yep- worse
than you could imagine’. This did not spark joy as we had pre booked two nights
in Carnarvon. Surely Carnarvon couldn’t be as bad as suggested. We hoped that
this rich agricultural district which produces almost all of WA’s bananas, 62%
of its capsicums, almost half of its tomatoes and avocadoes and 25% of its melon’s
would be like an oasis in the desert. Not to mention the zucchinis, grapes, avocados,
sweet corn, mangos, citrus and stone
fruits. This small district of only 1500 hectares which produces 44,000t of
fruit and veggies a year can’t be that bad.
Carnarvon, truth be told could not be described as ‘a looker’. It’s a
tad down at heel. The Woolies, while well stocked, is possibly the ugliest building
in the Southern Hemisphere. Sadly, the glorious Gascoyne River, is a big
disappointment as it is completely devoid of water- absolutely bone dry. But
beauty is only skin deep and with a little digging Carnarvon begins to shine.
The Saturday Farmers’ Markets are a hit. As well as wonderful fresh
fruit and veg, there are hot food stalls, leather products made from goat hide
and the highlight, ‘Sax and the Single Girl’; a mature but spritely woman belting
out on a tenor sax almost as big as herself.
The food production district is easily explored around a 10km circular
drive affectionately known as The Fruit Loop. The whole area is efficiently
irrigated by drip irrigation from underground aquifers. The river only flows a
couple of times a year refreshing this underground liquid lifeblood. The
plantations are abundant and diverse with produce. Many of the farms practice
crop rotation and some follow organic and biodynamic principals.
75 kms north of Carnarvon are the Quobba Blowholes. Australia has many
coastal blowholes, and on most days, they promise, but don’t deliver. Today the
seas are calm, but this blowhole delivers with abundance. A low rocky coastline
hides a series of underground caves which fill with water and then as each wave
arrives water is propelled into the air with great force, considerable height
and an earth-shaking roar.
Finally, the town boasts a beautiful palm fringed waterfront walkway, originally
built as a flood levy, The Fascine. As the sun is setting, we admire the low
sandstone wall which houses a Walk of Remembrance where 645 A5 size brass
plaques line the wall for hundreds of metres - each one commemorating an Australian
officer or sailor who perished at sea in the mighty cruiser HMAS Sydney
II, west of Carnarvon on 19 November 1941.
We stayed at Carnarvon for a couple of days... needed new tyres on Peugeot. Blowholes were awesome... saw whales breaching for ages, close to the rocks. We went to the one mile jetty... Dave walked it's length.. I only went part of the way. As we arrived from the north it was good to see all the agriculture and greenery. I would never have thought of it as an ugly town.... looking forward to next instalment xx
ReplyDeleteyou cant beat a good Farmers Market!
ReplyDeletegreat blog thanks!!