You know how you wait ages for a bus and then three turn up at once? Well, having been deprived of toast for nearly two months the three campsites we've stayed at this week all have had toasters. Our cravings for jam/scrambled eggs/beans/vegemite on toast have been serviced.

We have made our way down the west coast from Broome briefly stopping overnight at 80 Mile Beach and Port Hedland before spending a few days at Point Samson.

80 Mile Beach was exactly what it says on the tin, with a vast expanse of white sand and sea in both directions.

Port Hedland is industrial and amongst other things it mines salt. You drive past the massive hills of salt as you enter the town; they are in stark contrast to the red covered pavements and roof tops from the fine iron ore dust.

We had an entertaining night at the campsite there as we got chatting to a young German couple who had the same make and model car as us and had pitched their wigwam tent next to ours. I say wigwam but in actual fact it was a two man dome style tent with a broken tent pole. In their laid back manner more typical of French people they said they had no plans to get a new pole or tent - I can only assume that's why they erected it after dark.

Talking of French people two French guys turned up opposite as we were sipping our early evening beer. The campsite had a traditional layout of rows with a space to put your car and tent side by side. Everyone did this neatly, but oh no not the French. They put the tent together without pegging it down, the wind caught it and blew it to an angle. Rather than straightening it up so the door faced a sensible way they just tapped their tent pegs in where it had blown. Each to their own I suppose.

Considering Port Hedland isn't exactly a holiday town it was still heaving. We bumped into a Swiss family we'd previously seen at Home Valley on the Gibb River Road. They were over here for a year travelling round in a four wheel drive they had hired for that period. They weren't too happy with Boomerang, the rental company they had hired it from, as they ignored any problems and complaints they had.

When we got to Point Samson we originally only envisaged staying a night but we'd bagged another sea view spot at a campsite next to Honeymoon Cove. The camp was the best we've stayed at in Australia so far and was more like the standard we came to expect in New Zealand.

The local picture garden cinema was showing State of Play starring Russell Crowe so we spent an evening there watching that. It had the same deck chair seats as the one we went to in Darwin so we arrived prepared with pillows to support our bottoms and as it is colder down here layered up with jumpers and with a sleeping bag to wrap around our legs. At $5 each, which is only £2.50, it was an enjoyable cheap night out!

From our lovely grassed pitch at the campsite we spotted humpback whales in the sea and took several walks along the beaches in the area and watched people out fishing. I can't put my finger on why but the place had a very New Zealand feel to it. I don't know whether it was to do with the lovely campsite facilities, the small coves and hills in the nearly horizon or the windy nature of the place.

We will certainly remember Point Samson for its wind as on our final day a gale struck and broke one of our tent poles, which then tore a hole in the fly sheet. We haven't decided whether to get a new tent or just adopt the wigwam style.

Katy