Turn Around and Back we go..........

Three weeks and 5800kms to get here, four days here and today we turn around and start our journey South, hoping to beat the rain and get on the West Coast again before the monsoon/cyclone season really gets underway.  The intention being to call into places we purposely left out on the forward journey.  First stop after being spoken about derogatorily by our camper neighbour, they are a bit  anoraky these camping folk, is the Monsoon National Park, get there and just a few cars in car park BUT all are empty so we feel, we should continue and hopefully the nearest we come to anything Dog related will be Dingos......... 
We know we are the first down this trail as I am breaking all the cobwebs stretched across it, although we did not see a spider all day...... Had a really good day saw another Goanna, lots of various and different birds, saw one of those things with a snout and teeth in a spring with fresh water turtles and rays, hoping to be able to swim with the turtles and rays at another spring on Thursday....... Our favourite moment was around another billabong when we almost stumbled into a Shining Flycatchers nest, all we saw was something golden fly away, cursed because we had not see it beforehand and then found the nest with two eggs in, plotted up and after time both parents took turns returning and sitting on the nest.  Took a bit of time but we eventually got to about 8 feet from them, see photos.
Dehydrated, hungry and tired we decide to still travel further South to Lichfield Park where tomorrow's entertainment is scheduled, water falls and plunge rock pools........
Get to campsite of choice and find it closed but remember going past another one, that had lights on, so drive there.  Could this be a mistake I think as I enter the bar/office, sitting on his own with an empty glass in front of him is a man who obviously has not had enough to do today but possibly too much of what was in the glass, images of a deranged psychotic loner are appearing in my mind and I inadvertently call him Norman Bates....... We deal in cash with no records being made etc park up, we are the only residents except for the wallaby's running around the site, No campsite lights, No TV, No internet and No phone coverage and as darkness descends the trees all start to take on there twilight deformed shapes and only now when together with the mysterious scratching sounds outside do we realise for the first night ever, there is no bird noise whatsoever........ 
One of us has asked three times to ensure the doors are locked, we double check them when suddenly we hear a woman's voice say, "Hello, can you hear me"..............
and Adele's new album starts from the beginning.........

    Daddy

    Mummy