Daz had a few client calls to make in sleepy Wyndham so we drove up for the afternoon, armed with cold drinks, junkfood and 3 new Raymond Feist books for me. The first consultation went easy peasy enough. I was settling in with my book, a stubby in hand and a cd playing and Daz was into his second consultation when he went over to me. "I'm not really in the mood for this today," he started "Why don't I just move this to monday morning and we can spend the rest of the day driving around?"
Since sleepy Wyndham's only pie shop was already closed, and the croc farm closed as well, we ended up here.

This is The Grotto and come the wet season (in a few months) this will all be transformed by water cascading down the rocks in the far corner, into a pool and down into the gorge. Some of the trees will be covered and the area will be transformed into a lush green oasis. Right now it's still a little dry.
Daz and I sat down near the edge and listened to the birds calling and just enjoying the sun.
And then we saw these two:

After driving off to a few other out-of-the-way spots, we were driving home when we saw a tortoise on the road. The poor thing had walked from the river, up the bank and onto the road towards water on the other side and it must have taken him the whole day just to walk up that bank. So we took him, put him in the now-empty esky (cooler) and drove down to ski beach (for water skiiers only) and let him go. Right beside ski beach, is swim beach. Don't you just love these names?! LOL I come from an island where the beaches are named "Punta Bulata", "Pahanocoy", "Campomanes" or "Wuthering Heights" and "South Seas".
