From there we headed out to the Tamar valley to source some of those yummy wines. After heading out in the completely wrong direction we turned the yellow canary around and were on our way…in the pouring rain. Due to the rain we skipped my desired stop to Tasmazia…I’m still heartbroken.

Tamar Valley was good, although no one told us about the tasting fees everywhere. I ended up buying some average wine out of protest for paying the tasting fee. We stayed at a cool pub in a pretty small and unexciting town called Beauty Point, however it is the home to Platypus House and Seahorse World.

We then braved the bushfires (just missing them I think) and drove out to St Helens with the plan of checking out the Bay of Fires and other assorted nearby beaches. The beaches were white and gorgeous and freezing – yes we went for a invigorating dip, just to say we did.

Upon returning to the banana, Trish opened the door and promptly let out a girly scream. A huntsman had scrambled into the door and disappeared under the steering wheel. As it was definitely Trish’s turn to drive I figured it was her problem. We immediately started arguing about who was going to drive. It went a little like this:
Me: I’ve done my driving, I drove for 6 hours yesterday
Trish: It was more like 4. I’m not driving, I hate spiders
Me: I hate spiders too. Just be an adult, the spider is not going to hurt anyone.
Trish: Well you drive then.

After some debate, I relented and decided to drive. Since I hadn’t seen the spider I figured he couldn’t be that big and wouldn’t eat much. However, I had some concerns that if he did drop on my whilst driving there was little chance that I would avoid driving off into a ditch. I moved the seat as far back as possible, positioned Trish with a rolled up newspaper in the passenger seat and proceeded to drive the 15 minutes home at 150km an hour.

We got back to our cabin incident free and the spider was not to be seen, a conveniently provided bug spray was emptied into the car. Some time later we headed into town to pick up supplies. About an hour later we returned to the car, Trish opened the door, screamed, and the spider, looking drunk, was staggering out the door. How he survived the can of spray I have no idea. Crisis averted.