Sunblock on, long sleeve & pants protection against the elements, we leave our lovely lakeside campsite at Ussher Pt, and head south along this pristine beach.

An early find! Jan discovers a

“Message In A Bottle”. It has been thrown from a yacht, travelling from Vavua, Tonga, to Opua,          New Zealand on 23/11/13 - over 2 years earlier. According to their coordinates, it has travelled, undamaged  4,140 kms .

Sailors were: Steve Horne; Inky Fitting, William Lown.

I wonder if any of our readers knows these men!  

We examine the remains of a WWII Aero Cobra plane, and below, a Suzuki that didn’t survive the journey!

This is what can happen if you travel alone & don’t respect the tides!  Tyres still look ok though!  We met the owner of this Suzuki, and he certainly had some tales to tell, escaping from this nightmare.

Sometimes its all about the food! We live off the sea and beach wherever possible. Huge oysters cover the rocks, and Rob marinates & cooks, so we  feast on 50 oysters for entree! 

Coconuts flourish - where once they didnt as the indigenous peoples did not allow them to germinate.

Have bait! Will fish!

Some of us are happy with just enough..

But John has to go bigger!  He casts the lure perfectly in front ... And we dine on shark tonight.   Most fish we catch are Queenfish - tastier than the shark!

John & Rob negotiate the rocks. 

Sometimes the route is challenging, and our days are dictated by the tides. 

Looking south;  and heading south with a stop at Red Cliffs, and Bat Caves.

The beach provides many creature comforts -

milk crates for carrying  our ‘collectables’, and as seats;  washed up foam rubber as extra padding under our sleeping bags;

huge buoys; miles of massive rope;

gorgeous shells; and even the occasional

sweet potato, oranges & apples!

Kim & Lyn prepare fish - again!

Rob & Jan enjoying coconut milk.

Crossing Shelbourne Bay.

Beach combing/scavenging, we discover an old wheel & a timber spar partly buried in this tidal area.

Crossing tidal flows -

This is how you do it...

Ooops, this is NOT how you do it, John!

and this is how you UN DO  it!

and why you don’t attempt these trips on your own!

But not caught by these two.

We white men don’t have the skills of the natives, thats for sure!

A Cassowary, we think.

When the crocodile disappears into this tannin stained water, they are impossible to see.

The rock pools give us endless hours of fascination.

One of our campsites, where we have used the 3 quadbikes as a barricade between us  and whatever lurks in the ocean!

and this is why.... this sizeable fellow cruises close by in the morning, and we see his ‘slide’ just a few metres up the beach - between us and the water.

We have been told that if we see a croc, then several have already seen us!

They are incredibly wary - such amazing survivors - and we watch this one for about an hour.

Kym has put crab pots out twice - and they have been totally crunched and destroyed by morning!

Hand hewn outriggers probably from island canoes, that have washed up and wrecked

on the beaches.

Kym & Lyn head out early from this campspot to fish in the lagoon just beyond, and later we hear a scream for help! 

Thinking she has snagged her line, Lyn passes it to Kym.... and ... she has ‘foul hooked’ a  5 Metre croc!  Kym plays it gently for about 1/2 hr, and eventually it frees itself, the head emerges, blowing huge bubbles, as it pops up to see what has disturbed its morning siesta!

Any occupied shells, we return to the waters edge. The beautiful colours of the Bailor Shell, with its occupant.

After 9 days, we are laden with trophies, and its time to negotiate the beach again, and head home.

We have ridden approx 300kms, collecting our stored fuel at Captn Billy’s Landing, we have just enough to make it back to camp.

Sometimes we just have to be patient.

Lyn & I play cards, while we wait for the tide to  drop so we can negotiate this rocky outcrop.

We are talking SERIOUS rebuild here!

This has been an awesome trip!  With the quads to carry us and our supplies, and to cover many kilometres of this uninhabited stretch of Australia, it has been easy and lots of fun.

Sometimes we just have to amuse ourselves. 

Rob ties this enormous rubber buoy to his quad, and gives Lyn, Jan and I a hilarious ride up the beach.

Next stop - over MILLIONS of corrugations to the northernmost

Tip of Australia!

Post script!  Our wonderful little trailer served us faithfully - almost to the end!

On the great trip home, via Cooktown, and the magnificent Daintree, it broke 3 times, and each time we were miraculously rescued by a WELDER!!

A guy with full MIG welding equipment pulls up behind us!   BOYLES WELDING & ENGINEERING SERVICES!!

Then he generously spent 2 hours mending this more serious break that was beyond John’s capabilities!

Big hearts live on in the North!

Oh b..................................