The girls put their togs on and swam/walked the couple of kilometres upstream on the Barnett River to the Manning Gorge. Bruce and I managed a swim in the river at the caravan park, did a bit of washing, Bruce got some medical advice from Royal Perth Hospital by using his satellite phone and I just hobbled around.

After lunch the girls rode off keen to get on the road to Derby and somewhere along the line Jerry drove off, taking Bruce to the hospital in Derby.

I stayed for the extra night and cadged a beer off some campers.

One of the campers turned out to be the son of the old lady who ran the tuck shop at my bush primary school fifty years ago! And he is a keen cyclist. How freaky is that?

And that was the day.