Our Kimberley adventure

The Kimberley in the dry season was ferociously dry, hot and dusty. The corrugated roads were indescribable - so I won't try.

Amidst this howling wilderness, separated by hundreds of bone rattling kilometres, we would come across little oases, which were so soft, so green and so biodiverse that they seemed positively biblical.

In fact the dusty 'desert' itself was such a varied savannah, with mixed Australian and tropical trees, that the vegetation reinforced the biblical myth - it was like the Garden of Eden, just after the expulsion, when the parching winds of knowledge started to...but lo! I wax excessively lyrical.

Here is a little photo album to so you can share the experience. 

The delta and mangrove country along the coast. 
A fine pale silt dyes the ocean a romantic milky blue, 
which unfortunately you can't see on this crappy .gif.

Here is Dave and family who kindly put us up in sunny Broome.

Heather and Les with the household van.

Here is Paul our travelling companion: what a prattish lad!

The hills were alive with Chlochospermum australe!

Here I am, rackish at the Halls Creek races.

We did a lot of art stuff. Here's Heather at work.

That's all for now!

(Aug.96)

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