New territory, new time

3 months down 2 states partially investigated, we head into the big one WA, home of big blokes with big holes & lots of money, South Australia (Traditional home of the "Magna, Sigma & P76 range of vehicles) is a distant memory now. The Territory (where the Bogan can stay in the summer uniform of blue singlet, footy shorts & double pluggers year round M or F) is still upfront in our minds, who can forget the instruction "don't fall off your bike & ruin the holiday"? I do. On our final jaunt into the wilds of NT, we head into the Gregory NP for a couple of days of wilderness. Day 2 we head out on the bikes, 18km in Annie busts a move on some razor sharp lime stone, she held her composure, no tears (I would have squealed & howled like a baby)

I ride back to pick up the truck, gather some bush medicine along the way, all the time trying to keep Bradley John Murdoch out of my thoughts while my injured Annie sat helpless, bleeding in the wilds of the NT. All went well, she is recovering & is being reminded not to "spoil the Holiday".

Coight point go off again. Who would have thought that the humble mortine mosquito coil could be turned into "THE FLAMING SPIRAL OF TERROR"? On the wall of the annex, very nearly raising the caboose to a smouldering pile of burnt cotton, leaving us standing on the front door of 6 Cherbourg telling the children, "we're home" three months early with 2nd degree burns. The show rolls on, into WA.

We pulled up alongside the Ord Creek to recover from our hectic schedule, pretty little babbling Brooke?

  Bye for now A&A.