#SilverSchooliesNoMore

While I am talking to Nigel a large Great Dane like dog wanders past. Shortly after a bike rider races past in pursuit.

Some colour catches my attention not far from my shaded position. Its a grove of Sturt’s Desert Pea.

Looking to capture just that shot we head south in an attempt to set the large “toys” between us and the sun.

Unfortunately we could not celebrate “with” her, and you really shouldn’t celebrate on your own, so we grab the bottle, some orange juice and head next door to our new neighbours

We almost don’t bother but something draws us here. The Information area at the start of town talks of the locals overlooking their land.

Its still only mid morning and although we have skirted around Dampier and the port, we are still yet to track down Red Dog.

I suppose its the price you pay for progress.

I take time to giggle with the remaining contingent and we have a six degrees of separation moment.

Lucky for them I have the snatch strap handy and very quickly they are on their way as are we heading towards the other end of the beach, but via the bitumen.

There is also talk of Scratchy, one of the station’s bulls. So big have his feet grown he can safely traverse the cattle grids.

For the devotee, grand final day lasts all day. There are preliminary games. There is the pregame spectacular both on and off the field to be enjoyed (or not as the case may be) but it is an event.

Meandering around the country, starting early. Just what we are trying to catch up on now.