#jeffbanks

The views here are breathtaking (as if nothing else we have seen this morning haven’t). But to stand here on top of a point where the ocean casts its mesmerising veil across you is something many similar points around the globe can only do if you are there. I send lots of pictures to family and friends “wishing they were here”

For quite some time leading into today my headaches and back issues have been getting worse. We pass two chiropractors businesses and take down their details. We will be on the phone to them on Monday to see about availability.

As the cars start to head off, the eyes are stabbed by the brightness of their headlights. It takes some time for them to return to being able to see properly. We are one of the last to leave. Greg has taken an interest in us and Kirsten and is happy to simply talk.

The service manager returns to his desk. For the next three hours I sit and wait. I can see the Cruiser in the car park as it was when I arrived. It is not moved.

Its Broome Cup weekend and space is limited. The residents beside us in the park have only been lucky enough to secure two nights and with tickets to the race meeting which happens to be on their last day, they will need to move their van before they can go to the races.

Given our planned stay, I look to set up the “office” fully. Engage the TV as a second screen and attach the 101 keyboard and external mouse. The plan seemed like a good idea when I was thinking about it at home, but here, in the confines of the van, it doesn’t really work.

How a tree used to incarcerate the Aborigines can be spoken in the same breath as religious significance is a little beyond me.

Out of Halls Creek the topography goes very flat for a long time. Then all of a sudden, as if you have emerged from a volcano crater of millions of years in age, escarpments rise from the tableland.

They still have pizza on the table – a far cry from the repast we had just enjoyed. I get talking to some. They all love Shaun. He is hoping to do a trek into the wilder Kimberley during his time off and tells me of the preparations

Sure enough the girls return from their exploits with stories of the capture on film of rare birds. The leader of the tour was amazed at the number of twitchers she had, including a couple of young boys, hellbent on plying their trade.

The dirt is now encaked all over me as I scrambled under the car vainly trying to position the jack. I emerged in a cloud of the clinging particles.