So, here I am not quite hurtling from Perth WA to Adelaide in Southern Oz. It's so long- just under 2000 miles - we actually go through a time zone along the way.

As you can see by the associated album it's a bit like gods waiting room on wheels. I'd a glimmer of thought that the train would be populated by the talc, lavender and vest wearing brigade and I was more than right.Hey ho………………….I'm sure I can smell Old Spice and wee.

The everlasting never changing tundra called Nullarbor Plain is exactly that, plane. It's twice the size of the UK apparently. It's so huge that as I gaze forlornly through my tinted window in the ever fruitless search for marsupials or anything remotely interesting I can see the curvature of the world. It's true I swear………………..

I am on permanent standby with my trusty camera because this is my 4th trip to Oz and I have yet to see a wild kangaroo. I saw a dead one on the side of the road once near Albany, but amazingly not one actually hopping about. I'm beginning to think they're mythical.

The train though is very well organised, accommodation is bijou to say the least but comfortable none the less. The food is fine and the lounge bar usually populated by a few old boys having a tinny who want to relive their life for you. It's exactly what I wanted actually, the opportunity to talk to some proper bone fide born here Aussies. Everyone who comes from south of Perth honestly believe they live in Gods' country and will never permanently leave. As one said come the revolution who the b***** would want to come here?It's a fabulous place I have to say and if I'd been 20 years younger would honestly consider the move. The only person who has pissed me off to date was a sweaty from Dundee, oh yeah and a permatanned scouse…………….

Anyway, tata for now, more when I get to Melbourne courtesy of the Overland train which I board in Adelaidewhenever, if everI get there!!