Hi there travelling buddies.

Broome to Derby was a surprise. The road was good, although warned to take it easy as larger animals had totalled a few cars of late. And I was so excited to see a herd of cattle I forgot to take a picture. The big white one with large horns looked at us like seriously, you want to take us on. Then it strolled back off the road, not seeing us as interesting enough to die for.

There were a couple of one-way bridges with a good amount of water still running on the creek bed. If we had known they were so pretty, we would have tried to pull up for a better look. So if you’re up this way, make it an excuse to stop and have a drink and stretch the legs.

The Boab trees were stunning and now and then a proud, strong white oak would stand out, spreading its massive branches way above the rest.

Derby’s horseshoe-shaped wharf.

What a town treasure. A truck waited to be loaded and the light on the water glistened as the sun ended its journey and got ready to retire for the day. The locals came out with beach doleys piled up with esky, chair and fishing gear. Greeting each other like old friends as they chatted happily about their day. We met a Woolworths night fill manager who shared the secrets of bate to use, what time to come to catch the best size fish. Even what side of the wharf to toss the rod in. He was full of colourful language, a true Aussie bloke and a pleasure to spend time with. In fact, this must be the happiest place we have travelled to. Everyone we met today was full of kind and genuine conversation. Just by walking past people, they would smile and nod or say hi. These folks are such a joy to be around.

Therefore, we have named Derby the home of the friendly Boab people. Because the Boabs here are sensational. All sizes and noticed some of the bore water-fed fatties, have a gorgeous golden trunk. Worth a visit if only to immerse in Pleasantville locals.

Sky magic

Nearly missed this one. Sunset at the caravan park in Derby. It was supposed to have been from the jetty, but you have a delightful couple of camper’s next door and boom! The afternoon is lost in the chatter. We all moved to the edge of the park so we could grab these shots to show you a sunset here. Missed the gorgeous golden glow. It snapped us out of our conversation. But got some pictures of the next stage. πŸ₯‚πŸ™‹β€β™€οΈπŸ™‹πŸ‘

Boab with a hidden past.

Only five minutes out of town is the Boab “prison tree” which looks evil in its appearance. Yet counter balanced by tall slender white ghost gums. The good and evil from an era long gone. The sadness not ever to be forgotten. The pure of hearts stand guarding its memory.

Derby’s commonage.

The windmill and other Heritage-listed items were moved near the famous Boab “prison tree.” Makes it much easier for the locals and tourist trade to enjoy the farm equipment held dear by farmers in a time when droving cattle and wars were fought to keep Derby the special town it is today. People made strong through the diversity of a past that still lingers in its community.

The journey has just begun.

It was goodbye to Derby and off to see what we could find along the way to the NT. Unconcerned we will miss some icons along the way as we will be back here next year to explore this top region more thoroughly. The only road we would have loved to have taken is the Gibb River Road, which is not an option in the on-road van and car we currently have. Although met a dozen travellers with camper trailers and top car campers gearing up to take on the famous 4×4 tour. If we still had our old camper trailer and 100 series Land cruiser, we would have been right there with them. For now, we said our farewells and hit the sealed road.

Thanks for dropping by. Follow our journey as we head to the border. We have tried to make it for over 2 years and it’s a long time coming… but Northern Territory here we come. So excited!


Shebbie Out!

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