Margaret River forrest

Walked through the forrest to the weir this morning, a few of the older trees had fallen and were left in all their glory stretching into the undergrowth, some a few hundred years old from the size of the Girth on some of the Marri trees.
At the end of the trail we were surprised to find a bike hire shop at the edge of the forrest with a cafe! just in timer elevenses. The shop was well equipped with helmets of every size and colour hanging on the branches of the tree. 
poor internet tonight..