Sunday 15 June 2025

This morning we see much more of the rock art here at Mt Borrodaile. Cherrie’s photos say it all

Ever had the feeling you are being watched?

I have shared just a snippet with you. There is rock art everywhere you look, in red, yellow and white ochres. Cameron reckons that the colour of the ochre represents the age of the painting, but I’m not so sure about that. Curious, I know, for many of you to hear me admit that I am not so sure about something.

Around 4pm we are corralled for sunset cruise and drinks. Down a croc infested billabong

The view finally opens up, and all arms are in tact

Of course, the bird life is amazing

The boat pulls over, we are served beer, soft drink or bubbly. I take a glass of the latter, it is vile and so I generously donate it to the croc snoozing by the boat

As the sun set over Mt Borrodaile, a sacred site we are unable to visit, we soak it all in

And so another day ends

Dinner tonight, in true indigenous style, is a gluggy paella. At least we survived the beef wellington