110 carriage train crossing our path on the way into Port Hedland.

A mountain of salt at Port Hedland.

Miss Pepper test driving Bren's new ukelele.

Honeymoon Cove - Point Samson.

The other day we were driving from 80 Mile Beach to Port Samson and pulled off the highway for a lunch break. The hot and dusty rest stop was deserted, with only one other car and caravan in sight. They looked like they'd been there for a while with their laundry hung out to dry and their solar panels lined up to charge.

We cut up some vegies and started assembling our sandwiches.

After a while, Indi looked around at the other car and asked if we thought their number plates, MR 225, were personalised and if so what they meant.

We all thought about it for a while and then I told them all a 'once upon a time' story about a man who had had a very poor upbringing and was living on the streets when one day he found or got given a metal detector. He spent years traveling around the country with it, metal detecting and digging. One day in the middle of nowhere he heard the thing beeping and carrying on like crazy. He started digging immediately. And digging and digging and digging. And there at the bottom of his very deep hole he found a box full of gold coins and bank notes. When he measured the hole he found it to be 225 feet deep. Of course with his fabulous find he bought himself a car and a caravan and the rest is history for MR 225.

Miss Jazzy then piped up and disagreed, saying that she was certain he was born on the 22 nd of May.

Farmer Bren had the idea that the woman we now saw camping with the man was his 225 th wife!!

Miss Indi was certain he had made his fortune playing Tats Lotto once and his lucky winning numbers had been 225.

And Miss Pepper thought that was his name. Mr Twohundredandtwentyfive. Oh yeah!

So what do you think? Who was this mysterious MR 225? Can you solve our mystery?