Hi Guys, We are now in a station outside of Broome because no where in Broome accepts puppies in the caravan parks. It is a shame but that 's the way it is. The station in about 60 ks south but it is really quiet and relaxing as you can see by the full moon shot in the last slide. We arrived here today after having 3 days in Barn hill with Mum and dad.

Barn Hill as we have found is a secret spot for all the WA seniors to escape the winter. One almost has to posess the honor of the secret handshake to be part of the cult and join the Barn hill sect. Driving up the endless road from Point samson we have no clue where we are going to end up. The maps hardly mention Barn Hill, the GPS certainly does not recognise it and there are no street signs to indicate the existance of this place. So we drive and drive and continue driving until we come across a hand painted (a very crudely painted) sign to the left of the road indicating a road access. I tell you what, if it was dusk or if we weren't paying attention we would have missed it very easily. We enter into the dirt road and pass through the gates. The red dirt road is a dead straight road that heads directly into the setting sun! Guess what time it was? Yep setting sun time! The sun was directly in our eyes for the half an hour it took to travel the endless 9 kms of red dirt, corrugated speed humped road. How fast do they think you are going to travel in slippery talc powder raod.......seriously! When we finaly arrived it is like a scene from a movie, the earth stops! The wind stops blowing, the clocks stop ticking, the people watch in bemused silence as the obvious intruders arrive into their secret hiding spot. If there is anybody in hiding , Barn Hill, not a bad place to start! Anyway, we found mum and dad and everything seemed to be OK, the earth retruned to its axis and started spinning again. We did however upset the care taker because we showed a little indviduality and wanted to place our van a certain way. That was unacceptable and we were told in no uncertain term that that was not allowed and we would have to move our van....... not wanting to cause too much upset we did as they asked.

Barn Hill has the most beautiful beach. It is a moments walk from the van and one can walk for miles without meeting anyone. As by the pictures you can see that the sand is white and the water is turquoise. The people were reporting several shark sightings and apparently there was a hammerhead there last night. We missed it but did see what looked to be a Manta Ray breaching and flapping its wings in quite close to shore. There are several things about Barn Hill that prompt me to recommend it to anyone who wants to escape. The beach and the solitude are 2 things, the tidal flow, at the moment with the full moon the tide is about 10 meters, where you see Hughie fishing in the night shot, during the day he would be about 100 meters out to sea! The colours and I know that I go on about the colours but they are striking, I have never experienced so many shades of red! We did take a bottle down last night whilst hughie was fishing, we watched the sunset. Nohing better to do! It took about an hour to get the full spectrum of colours that were on display. The girls especially liked their spas they found in the rocks. Pip and Carrie asked me to tell Linda that they wished the girls were here to join them. They had such a lovely time! The only thing about Barn Hill that is a negative are the prickles! They are not ordinary prickles, they are devious! They are vindictive and evil especially to the puppies! Poor Heidi got foot infections because of the burrowing needles that are so small but so painful. When you try to pull them out of the fur they stick in your fingers and they bloody hurt! Anyway Barn Hill is riddled with this variety of spurs and they are speading so wear your thongs!. Hugh accidently kicked a bush that had the prickles in it, the b******s not only stuck in his foot but they also sprung up under his shorts and latched on to his knee! Nasty pieces of work. Hence the booties that you see Carrie modeling.

We arrived into this station tonight and went into Broome for some supplies. Broome has sprung up from the beach and now appears to have a little more variety and civilization from what I remember it to have since the last time I was here.

So, until my next entry. Happy birthday to my beutiful boy Trent, I hope you like the pressie, keep practicing Miss Abbey, I am very proud of you. All our love to our friends, we miss you!

Favourite things, talking with abbey, seeng hughie catch his first fish on the trip, the rapidly changing landscape, the brahman bulls, being with mum and dad, wathing the sunset on Barn Hill beach, real coffee at Broome, trying the booties on the puppies. It was worth the $40 they cost to see the puppies in them. Carrie of course took it in her stride. The rock pools and I actually got into the water again!

Speak to you from Derby , our next stop.