Also, when you play "Africa" by Toto at a Zimbabwean / South African wedding, the d-floor goes off.

Apparently Dame Nellie Melba also performed here - they lowered a piano down into the cave, but it fell apart in the humidity.

They have also found Tasmanian Tiger fossils, demonstrating that Tasmanian Tigers once also lived on the mainland.

Here's another old cave fossil.

Main was the steamed King George whiting, with radish cake, kimchi and clams. This was outstanding. Makes the top 5 dishes I've ever eaten.

And dessert was the white peach, yuzu and honey, which was just rich enough to finish things off. Meg says it looked like scrambled eggs. It was all accompanied by a glass of the Wills Domain D'elevage Chardonnay. At $25 a glass, that's one wine you don't want to knock onto the floor.

Meg's entree was the asparagus and savoury yeast custard with nuts and seeds.

Followed by main of baked potato gnocchi, pecorino, snow peas and walnuts.

And dessert of mango, passionfruit and lychee. Meg was drinking the Wills Domain Scheurebe, a German white similar to Riesling.

And how about that view! Reminded us a bit of Port Phillip Estate.

We may have also ended up ordering a few selections for the Marquet family cellar.

Meg looks very stylish.

The big dromedary, on the other hand...

We finished up with a gentle graze back at the resort. We don't miss out on much.

We then had a walk up and down the main street, including to the Margaret River Fudge Factory for some free samples.

Unfortunately, we both thought that the winery was probably better than the wines - but I did convert 3 minutes' worth of my charge-out rate into a nice bottle of Sparkling Chenin Blanc that we might get into over a cheese platter this afternoon.

After refuelling on toasted sandwiches, we enjoyed a very informative guided tour, including right up into the workings of the lighthouse itself. I'd never really seen anything like that before - it was difficult to take a photo, but we did get right up to the many-tonne lens, which is over a hundred years old and still in use today. It spins in the daytime even when not lit, because if they left it still it would act as a giant magnifying glass and burn the whole thing to smithereens.

The view from the top was pretty good. The beach we've been going to is over on the left (directly above where that telegraph pole is in the middle of the first picture), and the resort is tucked right in there as well.

We were about a month too late to see the whale migration, which apparently often comes past here.

Here's the lighthouse keeper and his wife.

Back at the resort, I had a read and sampled that sparkling from earlier in the day.

Bonus points if you can spot the top of the lighthouse just over the ridge in some of these photos.

Meg had the tasting flight, of which I was very jealous. Sadly, yours truly was the designated driver and had to make do with a coffee.

I'm calling this the office for the Perth Funds, Superannuation and Wealth team - the inaugural client call will take place here at 7am tomorrow (I've managed to set up all of my calls on the same morning, so hopefully I'll be done by about 10, and haven't been too disturbed by work otherwise).

But you didn't think we'd miss the art gallery, did you? (No John, we haven't been to Bunnings yet).

It's a slightly random collection (more of a bower-bird assortment than a tightly-curated one). The real strength is the Australian collection, like Sally Morgan's "Greetings From Rottnest":

A couple of Sidney Nolans:

Some Arthur Boyd:

Margaret Preston:

John Brack (I love the second one, "British Modern", which I'd not seen before):

Hans Heysen (for me, this was the standout):

A Drysdale:

A couple of Streetons floating around the place:

And at least two McCubbins, the latter of which, "Down On His Luck", is probably the most notable in the collection.

There were also a few random internationals, like this Pissarro which I quite liked (Lucien, not Camille):

And even more out-of-place, this Rodin which was just hanging about:

Had a Reuben for lunch (the sandwich, not the painter). Sadly, after a quick trot across the quadrangle to the State Library and the Perth Institute of Contemporary Arts, we then had to put the heat rule into practice, because it was 39 degrees outside. We've \240been in the air conditioned hotel ever since. 42 predicted for tomorrow - wonder if Perth has an ice-skating rink?

Reading the names on the buildings gives a pretty good idea of how the city made its wealth - Rio Tinto, BHP, Woodside, South32. Fortescue is also in a low-rise building right next to our hotel. If your desired profession isn't connected in some way to "digging stuff out of the ground", it's a bit hard to see where you'd fit in here.

Kings Park has lots of memorials, like the Bali Memorial:

And the War Memorial:

There was an "R.A. Taylor" listed - obviously not ours (since this one was limited to WA personnel who had been killed in war) - but it's a curious coincidence.

There was also a Kokoda Track Memorial, a Queen Victoria monument, something about the Boer War... And a flight of 242 steps called "Jacob's Ladder" (perhaps in memory of some poor bugger called Jacob who dropped from exhaustion on the way up).

We also saw the "Big Boab", which is an extraordinary 750 years old. In other words, this tree was just a boy when Louis IX was King of France, and Henry III was King of England (that's a whole five Henrys before Henry VIII and his numerous wives). It's about 200 years older than Christopher Columbus was when he sailed to America, and it was already a venerable 500 years old when Captain Cook sailed to Australia.

It was gifted to the State by the indigenous people of the East Kimberley in 2008, and travelled 6 days to be replanted in Perth.