The parent’s room is called Lesueur, there is a park named Lesueur, and even a mountain in the park. Everything is called Lesueur after a topographical painter and the the natural history artist on the expedition on the French vessel the Naturaliste. The people on the boat (Frenchmen) decided to name the two prominent hills that they could see from the coast Mt Lesueur and Mt Peron.
We have traveled a long ways since I last wrote. The GPS says that we traveled 750 kilometers since Gnaraloo. We drove a whole days worth yesterday, and today we went to a park.
We went to Lesueur National Park and saw lots of flowers, from Kangaroo Paws to Yellow Lilies. We took a long walk up to the top of Mt Lesueur and from there went on another loop around a small hill.
Now we are staying at the Amble Inn B&B. Sounds like Ambalindum, or Anne Boleyn. Now all we need is King Henry the 8th and then we’ll all be dead. : )