Sadly on the 19th of May 2005 my pop passed away in Carnarvon. After speaking with my mother I was informed not to travel back for the funeral as it was too far to come and too expensive and they would be thinking about me. As soon as I had gotten off the phone I had immediately decided to travel back and started shuffling meetings and training days so I could travel back on the 21st of May, No-one knowing except my brother. After two flights and a 5 hour drive I surprised my mum and nana on Tuesday the 24th, much to their delight. Nothing was going to stop my visit to see my pop for the last time and to say my goodbyes.
Whilst I was in Carnarvon, I decided to travel to the "Blowholes" to inspect the beach shack, have a day in the sun and to remember the good times we all had growing up there with pop. I even had some fresh oysters in memory of my pop and his love for the ocean and seafood.
The following photos are of the shack and surrounding coastal areas.
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