We camped on a sandy beach in one of the most beautiful camp sites imaginable. We cooked good old sausages eggs and onions and Tim dished out the Vintage Club’s Cabernet Sauvignon. In the morning I got up with the kookaburras and the whole valley was white with a gently shifting mist and I searched the rocky walls for wallabies but saw not a one. A dingo had passed, however, and 1 followed his prints along the