Aaaah, that’s better! Back camping in the sticks tonight, after seven nights in town caravan parks. Actually, this is the best of both worlds, a caravan park in the sticks. It’s a new place, we can still see bulldozer tracks around our site, and each site has a small square of green turf which apparently was just laid today. There is a big common tent and campfire, hot showers, running water and electricity, but best of all you can see all the stars.

We are about 1km off the Great Northern Highway on the road to Purnululu National Park, our last scenic highlight of the Kimberley. We decided not to camp at Halls Creek tonight, it wasn’t terribly inviting.

After pitching camp I walked around taking photos in the golden afternoon light; saw some woodswallows and even some quail, which I find hard to observe and nearly impossible to photograph. I then followed a newly-bulldozed track for fifteen minutes or so and found a beautiful creek with swimming holes and rapids, and paperbarks on the banks. So I had a swim just after sundown, alone; floated in the creek looking up at the moon directly overhead in the centre of a flawless sky.