We left the crew at Barn Hill and kept heading southish along the Great Northern Highway. There’s not much along this stretch of road. Just two roadhouses – Sandfire and Pardoo. That covers it. We skipped the Eighty Mile Beach turn off as it’s thirty odd kilometres to the coast, and said to be midgee/sandfly/mosquito hell. So we kept going to Cape Keraudren, right at the southern end of Eighty Mile Beach. This is a National Park Reserve. It’s a typical coastal environment with not a tree in sight. There’s vehicle tracks all over the cape and lots of camping options, but no shade!

Here’s where we ended up – pretty quiet and relaxed.

John and the boys went for a dive, but John’s (new) spear gun broke on the first hit, the visibility was tragic and anyway, I’d already defrosted the chicken in anticipation. I walked out to the point and had a great view of Eighty Mile Beach.

Once the tide was out, John and the boys went to look for the missing piece from the spear gun. They were quite a sight going in circles round the mud flats with head torches.

Harry found it – and won three nights off washing the dishes. He’s pretty happy about that! John was pretty happy too, although the job of fixing it is yet to be done. Where are you when we need you Roy? I maintain that buying a spear gun from the Chinese General Store in Broome (what we would call the $2 shop at home) was a big mistake, and the local dive shop may have been a better option. Happy to eat my words when (if) John fixes it, and subsequently catches our dinner. I’ll keep you posted.

This is also the site of the remnants of the original Number 1 Rabbit Proof Fence made of stones, completed in 1907 which started on the south coast of WA – 1800km away. That’s a lot of rocks.

Eighty Mile Beach in the background.