A huge bay greeted our arrival but, not a soul to be seen , not a house, not a light, not a campfire....nuttin. I understand this is Aboriginal Lands but... I dont even see an Aborigine!

Howling winds up to 25 knots, seemingly miles from shore and there I am anchored slap in the middle. A loneliness certainly pervades this spot.

But, there's good news, so far the anchor is holding! Its actually very shallow(Im in 10ft) so one has no choice but to be well off shore.

All went according to plan with a 2 am departure and a 3 pm arrival.

Im going to post a picture of what Im looking at - it makes me smile for the picture takes out every bit of drama this place exudes, leaving only an idyllic, quiet, tranquil bay, all nice and pretty leaving you to think: 'there he goes again, exaggerating!'

Ah, a boat has just come...so we are not alone!