"A road less travelled" is definitely our mantra, and not long after clearing Perth city and climbing the hinterland hills we turned right onto some secondary roads through York, Quairading and Corrigin, but with no destination in mind at this stage. The drive is really pretty and ever changing as it winds between pristine what properties, bushland and rolling hills.

Corrigin is rated as an historic town and the first sights of the village as you descend from the surrounding hills are of large brick buildings, chimneys and the church tower, almost English in its setting by a running stream with willows and a long strip shopping street as its main artery.
 
Corrigan drew us and we found a parking place for the rig, then commenced a very pleasant hour walking the township, window shopping the old style outlets and exploring some back streets. It was just a wonderful feel and we were tempted to make use of the council provided "free camp" set parallel to the Main Street, beside the stream, however, it was a little early for us, so after a bit of lunch we left the township and journeyed on the Tin Horse Highway (kid you not) towards Kulin.
 
The Tin Horse Highway? First stop was for no Tin Horses but for the famous WA Rabbit Proof Fence which was the longest fence in the world stretching over 3,200klm, construction of the fence was commenced in 1906. Today only remnants remain, but worth a visit and read the story.

Kulin is another of the older country towns in WA, and though past its heyday the place has a good atmosphere and sense of purpose. It also offers a Free Camp for us travellers right in the main heart of the township, providing new showers, toilets, garbage disposal, waste dump and night lighting. Plus, it is opposite the pub.
 
We take a stroll around Kulin which does not take long, or at least would not have taken long if Roscoe had not stuck his head in an old shed on a corner only to be greeted by Jock, a sprightly and jocular 91 year who introduced us to Kulin's museum, yep the shed. Jock was busy restoring a 1920's Ford trayback truck but was more than happy to stop and chat whilst he proudly gave us a private tour. A retired wheat farmer, he along with many mates had set up this shed as a museum/workshop, sort of like a Mens Shed. Thanks Jock!
 
Next day we departed Kulin after a good breakfast and our generator driven morning Nespresso, and headed towards Hayden, home of Wave Rock, via the other half of the Tin Horse H'way. We shall allow the photos to tell the story of this community project where all the properties fronting the highway had made at least one, sometimes up to ten, tin horses for display along their frontage. Our only commentary was Evi screaming "halt" every hundred metres to get another photo, and Roscoe gritting teeth as he hit the brakes on our 6 ton rig responding to Evi's despair at possibly missing yet another photo of yet another tin horse (reminiscent of bloody sunsets). Evi actually walked much of the h'way whilst Roscoe, calmly and patiently, drove from one possible park place to another! 
 
Loved Kulin and The Tin Horse Highway!