P is for Pinnacles: a place to breath deeply

Nambung National Park, Western Australia.

The approach to the park gives nothing away, scrub saltbush and white dunes, low hills.

We paid the entrance fee and walked to the start of the Desert Trail through the Pinnacles.

It's a vast area, denuded of the coastal scrub and these stones stand, silent, sometimes looming, sometimes ordinary and sometimes extraordinary in form, erosion creating this place of magic.

The end of day warmth in this quiet, rather surreal landscape, turned the sand a buttery colour, even the wind dropped.

Nankeen Kerstrels scrapping high above us in the deep blue sky were the only distraction.

I am constantly reminded of the wonders of our natural world and I am in awe. Scientists find it hard to explain the Pinnacles. I do not ask these stones to explain themselves but just stand and look.