The rain continued overnight. Whilst our tent is canvas and waterproof to a point, the rain sounds about ten times worse than it really is when it smashes down onto the roof of our little mobile fold up house. When we woke up the weather was fine enough to see some sun but the day was punctured by intermittent showers which was a tad annoying but nothing too serious. Fi got the books out for the boys and started their first day of schoolwork. To their credit they hunkered down and got on with it. They have been absolutely fantastic. Not one complaint in the car and when we ask them to muck in and help they are now getting to grips with things and learning their parts to play in putting up the tent and putting it down again. Harry is more distracted by a fart in a crowd than Bailey, but Fi has them on a traffic light system of good behaviour and it seems to be working. Well done her.

After lunch we headed to the pier for some proper fishing. We went with the expectation of the locals in years to come to talk about those pommy kids and their Aussie parents and their famous "Whiting run of 2015" when the travelling family caught so many King George Whiting that the locals were dining out on fillets for months to come…..

We went down for 2 hours and only caught one undersized fish of indescriminant species who seemed to have accidently brushed passed one of our lines as we caught him on the fin.….

Apparently it was the way we baited our hooks. We didn't know this until a very strange man walked onto the jetty wearing a three wolves one moon t-shirt….(yes, people actually wear them for real) and gave us a lesson in how to bait a hook. He was rather sweet, despite the fact he couldn't talk properly and drooled onto his shirt as he spoke to us so that when you looked at him it looked like the wolves were crying…it was quite strange. Anyway, we learnt what to do, thanked him for not stabbing us to death with my fishing knife I lent to him to show me how to chop up bait correctly and so he limped off back down the pier. We baited up again and got sweet f*ck all, not even a nibble for the next 30 minutes. My guess is that the power emanating from his T-shirt scared all the fish away…….. Putanesca for dinner again, but not before Fi produced 24 oysters and announced they only cost $9 a dozen. Awesome until I saw they were unshucked….I guessed I was the shucken chump who was going to do that task….it took shucken ages…..but they were well worth it!!!

Next morning and we prepped to head off again. Another nice Bogan gave us some tips on how to reverse a car as we looked to be in trouble getting the trailer hitched up, then we were on our way. Quorn, a lovely little town just North of Port Augusta was the goal.

The scenery was changing and it was becoming more and more spectacular as the Flinders Ranges broke through on the horizon and we drove down onto the flat land before Port Augusta. The images you see don't do justice to this place. As we wound our way to Quorn and past the Pichi Richi Railway we were all sighing and oohing and agghhhing as each bend was more lovely then the next. We would have taken loads of photos but the camera died and Daddy left the charger back in a sea container on it's way from London to Perth. iphone photos from now on in.

It was then that we finally saw our first live Kangaroo !!!!!

A big grey b***** he was, with large black eyes and a lovely coat. He was immensely strong and hard as rock. How do I know? Well, he jumped out of the bushes as we turned a bend and we ran straight into him. He bounced off the driver's side door, dented the front mudguard and a large section of the side of the car and ripped off one of the air vents…. Much excitement ensued, with the boys on one hand excited to have seen their first live animal but bewildered as to why Daddy was cursing and reaching for the metal mallet to finish the b****** off as the dollar bills dinged in his head when reviewing the damage. The roo bounced away and turned out to be fine but the fuss made us miss our turn and we spent the next 40 minutes trying to find our next campsite as the light faded. When we finally pulled up, it turned out to be magnificent. $10 to camp the night, no-one around except about 2 dozen local kangaroos and wallabies and an amazing vista looking down across the Warren Gorge. It was here that we got to see the sky at night without clouds for the first time and the boys were absolutely speechless. So were Fi and I. It's the first time I've really felt that it was good to be back…this is an amazing place.