Restocked at the town shop and the better provisioned service station we headed off to the Litchfield National Park. The joke in Batchelor is that Litchfield is a much better but less known park than Kakadu, which has so many rules and exclusions for aboriginal sacred sites and rites that it is nick-named Kaka-don’t.

After stops at the entrance to the Park for a group photo, then the termite mounds (built high to get up above the wet season watertable), a walk up the steep road to get on to the Litchfield tableland and we were swimming in the Bulley Rockhole by 1 pm along with throngs of families. A ride along the footpath down to the campground at the Florence Falls and we were back in the water swimming again, with more thronging families.

During the night a campervan of pretty young backpackers invited themselves into our campsite (all the other sites were occupied). We got the impression that this was not the first time they had used the ‘poor me’ trick to get something. No great harm done though.