Wednesday 19th August The turkey strutted along the watch tower in front of Tom and Pauline's tent as the force 10 gale clanked and rattled the sheets of corrugated iron set up as a barricade. The tent bellyed and wobbled like a island dancer and the dry leaves tried to scratched their way to a cosy bed with our two intrepid travellers. It was only the sky hook made of spider's d*** that kept the roof of the tent from being flattened unceremoniously on top ...

Monday 17th Packing up The water refill not quite there Meeting up with T&P The food store Sue chatted with the service station man - she commented on the fuel prices being so reasonable. Lowest in 5 years Still expensive at the Jardine Well the truth is they don't know how to change the price on the bowser so it just stays where it got to. Driving through to the tip on the "private Road" The first creek crossing The Croc Te...

Wednesday 12 August Up early, shuffled the gear to the wharf. The water was smooth so we looked forward to a smooth ride over - we sat up front where we could get a good view - there was a bit of a swell then we tucked in behind Horne Island and had a smooth run up the passage. The water was a sparkling aqua marine - the sky was blue and there was only a gentle breeze - what a sight. T.I. at it's best. John met us at the wharf and then we went for a wa...

Friday 7th August 2015 Another fresh but beautiful morning on the Tableland. Well today we meet Tom and Pauline and start the real adventure up the Cape. Mal settled down to post his BLOG and catch up on his emails. We are so inefficient that by the time we did a bit of this and that, had morning tea which lasted an hour, helped a little unpack some boxes and finally drove out the gate just after 12 O'Clock. We went to Woolworths, topped up the fridge ...

Wednesday 5th August 2015 We woke up in the rain forest looking out through our high level windows. A couple in a Trayon camper on a BT50 like ours slipped out of the rain forest where they had stayed and moved on. The day was again blue skies and our first stop was Milla Milla. Very poor phone reception in lots of places - then off to Malanda where we stopped for morning tea. Mal drove slowly through the tablelands where Mal's geographic heart still l...