We are starting to get used to these lazy morning starts, but after the nearby tavern, had boring doof, doof music going until the early hours of the morning, we deserved it. 5 of us headed out to find Crocodile Creek, and after a few missed turns, as google maps was wrong, we found the beach and creek, and spent time exploring it. David went off to find good fishing spots, while the rest of us strolled beside the creek and found the wildlife. At one spot, the plethora of little crab footprints left on the sand, looked awesome, and very much like an Indigenous artwork.
The next stop was the public wharf, where we watched a couple of barges unloading, munching on morning tea. One of the barges had the Woolworths food delivery on it, with the much needed milk on board, as the supermarket had run out and Brenda and David had run out too! It takes 3-4 days for these barges to travel to and from Darwin with the fresh food. But this supermarket is sadly being withdrawn next year, so not sure where that leaves the community of a couple of thousand people for fresh food, when Katherine is 675km of dirt road away.
We returned back to the Clippers for lunch and a quiet afternoon, and Matt had that cheeky cockatoo return for more nuts, (ive turned into this cocky's personal take away. and it prefers peanuts to almonds.)before we headed out to Woody beach for fishing, afternoon strolls and explorations. I found a washed up but still alive sea anemone, and Matt threw it back in the water, and it disappeared, so presumed resuscitated. Matt went off to try and get more crab photos, but found some pretty lace like coral to photograph instead, as the crabs were too elusive. Simon and Brenda had started a fire to get some coals ready to be able to cook Brenda's beer and bacon damper in the iron camp oven,(yum) and she also cooked up sausages in another camp oven.(yum) Both were a great success, and my coleslaw paired nicely.(yum) Just as dinner was cooked, the sunset was on centre stage, and we sat munching dinner, while the sun's last rays for the day lit up the clouds, before slipping away at the horizon. It doesn't get much better than that folks! We packed up as the last of the light disappeared, and the mozzies came out to play. After we returned to the Clippers, and unpacked the ute, most of the others headed back out to the local speedway to watch some racing, while I did chores and wrote this up for the day. I can faintly hear the racing cars in the distance. the speedway was packed but definitely a white fella sport, hundreds of kids as well. one of them being a driver . i'm pretty sure he was in a high chair in his race car and looked about 8 years old! Another great day.
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