Everything seems a little plain after Purnululu, but we’re soldiering on anyway. We came back north on the Great Northern Highway, (heading the right way this time) to restock the larder, the fuel tank and the gas bottle (which didn’t really need to be refilled just yet).
We have taken the back road to Wyndham, just because we can, and are camped on the Ord River where we caught no fish. Again. And another camper taught Harry learnt to crack a whip.

As I type this, it’s 8.30pm, dark, still, about 20 degrees, and I can hear all manner of splashes coming from the river. Could be fish, birds, crocs – or all of them. At least there’s some other campers between us and the water if it’s crocs. There are NO MOSQUITOES, but there’s a billion stars up there.