Children gone, we move on.

It has been a while since the children left us, they were last seen by us at Nackamuras bar, Broome International Airport, we presume they are elsewhere now. Having left them waiting for a delayed plane, we jumped back in the truck, less caboose & headed north toward Cape Laveque. At Middle lagoon we stopped to soak up some of the ambiance of the Kimberly pre the intrusion by mining companies.

We got to the Cape but without a reservation for "a swag", we did not get in (the biggest state in Oz is short on space some times) so we head South again. Like a couple of backpackers we spend the night on Cable beach as we have no prior bookings. Could have been worse I suppose.

We leave Broome with some fond memories of our family unit as one for a short time. So it is back to our other family now, the ones that adopt you along the way, not until one loses oneself on the road do you realise that there are many many folk to share a story with arround a bottle of red (and a camp fire & a camp oven). This is one such group, Phil & Di, Ken & Jan. We settled for beef in the pot this night, but it was nearly suckling pork, I have slowed up in my old age.

This is on the junction of the De Grey River & Bore Line Rd, WA, about 3km upstream, this is where we were 4 nights ago. So many stories, so little inclination to type. For now.
A&A