Well, I’m back from the wilds of the Kimberley! It’s a huge place – about twice the size of Victoria, or six times the size of England, but with a population of only 35,000 residents. There are only two main roads – one sealed, and the other, the Gibb River Road, which is dirt and corrugations all the way. We traveled along both of them in our trusty 4wd campervan.
Strangely it already seems like I never went. Sometimes I wonder if holidays are affected by some sort of strange space-time loop, so that they seem to scoop out of the normal time flow. In fact, thinking about it, the Kimberley itself has something of that nature. Mostly, it is arid, flat country, which you can drive through for days on end without anything much to relieve the horizon. Sometimes, I confess, everyday life can seem a bit like that.
However, get off the beaten path a bit, and there are the most amazing gorges, with lush vegetation, waterfalls, and wonderful wildlife.
The Kimberley is also the home to the Bungle Bungles, which you may have heard of. They are striped beehive shaped mountains, only a tiny part of which is accessible on the ground. If you haven’t had a chance to visit them (and it does involve traveling fro about 2 hours along a 53km stretch of very windy dirt road, with lots of dust, and lots of blind corners and crests), then try and get out there soon, as they are eroding at a startling pace.
I said in my last post that I would take my notebook and sketchbook, in the hope that inspiration would strike. I’ve got to be honest, and say that I hardly touched either of them – we were too busy! I’m not sure if this makes me a lazy writer, or just a frenetic traveler. Perhaps a bit of both.
I did think of one novel idea, which I have since been working on, and am about 3,800 words into, so fingers crossed that will go somewhere, even though it is very different to things which I have written in the past.
Looking forward to seeing what all of you have been up to in the last couple of weeks!