Grey-ate Day

We have survived our night in Crazies Campsite and find for the first morning no sunshine but that the scratching sounds in the night were the wallabies digging through the leaf litter outside, there are dozens of them, most of them bouncing about but some squaring up and what appears to be play fighting but all of them grazing, this place will never have use for a lawn mower.......
Off to Litchfield Park for a day of waterfalls and plunge pools but it got darker and darker, then it was necessary to use the window wipers, we continue to Florence Falls, park up and watch a couple head off to the falls, my take is to put the kettle on and assess the situation.  Two minutes later before the kettle has boiled it is teeming down big time, thunder, lightening and the car park becomes a river. 
Forty five minutes later we get out and set off for Florence Falls, we pass an absolutely soaked couple and ask if it's worth seeing, they are not happy with each other or with my question and choose to ignore us, I smile....... Lots of steps involved so one of us goes down and the other stays at the lookout to take pictures of the one who intends to swim under the waterfall. If you look at the photo carefully and really really study it, it won't matter a jot because I'm behind the over hanging tree, swimming my little heart out, I swam towards the falls for a good ten minutes and managed to get about 15 foot nearer, the current was so strong you swam, and, if you were lucky you stayed in the same place, some foreign guy behind me swore, I think, when he got pushed onto some rocks. I got out totally knac*ered and thought I'll go the pretty way back and avoid the steps...... 
1 kilometre later I come to the river leading to the falls, it's flooded the path, which is now 6 inches under fast flowing water, gulp in for a penny......... I shuffle across with so much debris flowing over my feet I just manage to get across without another A over T moment.
Onto Buley Rockhole, No Way Jose, the rock pools are all overflowing and are just one huge torrent of water that makes them indistinguishable. We meet up with a local professional photographer and together we walk through some overflowing edge bits to see over the top of what are now Rapids....... I'm wearing sports sandals and by the time we get back to the van, my voice is exceptionally high and screaming for a helicopter evacuation, I have removed my left sandal and found my foot one red mass, I have been bitten, you can see the puncture wound pumping out my life giving liquid and what is worse the hideous, slippery, slimy creature is still on my foot.  I tolerate the pain, whilst grappling with the creature and still requesting the flying doctor but we have no phone signal, it then becomes a battle of strength and with the help of kitchen towel I pull the now slightly larger leech off of me and discard him unceremoniously whilst I savour the victory......  
Onto Tolmer Falls, cannot get in the water here in a wheelchair....... so photos taken and onto the big one, Wangi Falls.
Having had my life giving blood drained from me, we decide on lunch first to build up my strength, then off to photograph said falls, walk to the top of them battling through the webs of golden orb spiders and avoiding the falling fruit bat crap......... It has to be done but his time I'm prepared, snorkel, mask and fins and a successful swim over and under the waterfalls and no extra hitch hiking passengers on me when I get out.......
We have stayed too long will not make it to next scheduled location so a quick Ad-lib and we end up at Adelaide River.  Pull into one campsite, sign up saying, gone fishing choose a site and I'll see you later...... Have a look around and reverse out, it looks worse than Crazies from last night, decide to play it safe and use the roadhouse campsite.  We check our phones, we have a signal...........
Phone daughter, whose Birthday it is today and realise whilst we are away enjoying selves, life for those back at home still goes on as normal, no matter if it's good or bad.
So to my Darling Daughter, have a wonderful day and I have just opened a tinnie to toast you, Happy Birthday Xx

    Boxing Wallabies

   Florence Falls, with me behind the tree.....

Tolmer Falls

    Yellow Orb Spider

    For my Sister.........

    Fruit Bats

    Wangi Falls

    Wangi Falls with a little stupid in......

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