Ahh, and it feels good.
Melbourne Airport, heading for Broome. Expect nothing for three weeks.
By the time I get back the thought police will have had time to shut down the AFL and King Kong the musical. I won’t be here to defend them.
Instead I shall be off in the wilds of the Kimberley looking for the elusive Black Grasswren, sorry Indigenous Grasswren …
Stay well, photos when I get back.