Barnhill

Derby back to Broome now heading south with Nan and Pop well and healthy.

An hour from Broome we stop for three nights at Barn Hill Station. A spot where the red cliffs meet a beautiful white sandy beach.

The camp was to say the least rustic. Limited electricity and water, the open air facilities did have flushing toilets but the sites were shady and the sunsets amazing.

Mother’s Day started with eggs Benedict and finished with a lovely roast chicken dinner. Well prepared by Warren on the trusty Webber baby Q.

From one end of the beach to the other is just over 5klm and perfect for a morning walk.

I once again tried my hand at fishing and failed completely. Me standing thigh deep in water a lady rushes over to me and shows me a video she has just taken of two sharks feeding along the edge of the beach. Time to give up fishing, time for a ginger beer and to watch another sunset.Okumaya devam et