Over a shared breakfast the next morning I was told about a place called Jokers Tunnel, just outside Yalgoo. Having decided the pickings where I was looking to fly were a little slimmer than I had hoped for and knowing I would soon be out of action for a couple of months at least, I changed my plans and headed back towards Paynes Find and a rather large lake near there, travelling along the road to Yalgoo.

There’s something special about waking up in a tent, with only a layer or two of canvas between you and the great outdoors. Part of that experience is what you hear… & what you don’t.

Far too long… since we witnessed the sun’s explosion of colour across the land as it sets on another day.

… and far too long since we sat out under the stars and marvelled at their brilliance, and the sheer magnitude of how many billions we can see…

‘Stop the world, I wanna get off’ we say when we need a bit of space to breathe, to pull our thoughts and heads together.

For me that space has always been best found at the beach. Any beach will do, preferably the closest to wherever I am at the time.

It’s when I hit that crest of the hill that I know Im really on my way somewhere, somewhere more than just up the road from home. That somewhere translates to a fun and exciting destination. There’s no doubt you’re going somewhere. In this case that somewhere fun and exciting was…