Crawling out of the car into the cold, crisp air of our first morning in Purnululu National Park, my heart was warmed to see our kettle being heated on the gas stove and cereal being heaped into bowls. A quick breakfast later and a few rounds of sandwiches made (quickly thrown together and tucked into a backpack, along with several litres of water for each of us), then we were off.
For me, however, having been known to tread to boards a few times in my life, I just couldn’t bring myself to leave until I’d uttered a few words from the Great Bard. So, summoning words of the St Crispin Day speech from Henry V (that’s the ‘we band of brothers’ speech for those who weren’t sure – Oh, such awesome writing...) I gently let the verses echo themselves gently around the chamber. That done, I felt satisfied enough to trot along behind Nat and the boys.
As the sun was well on the march towards its zenith, we turned on our heels and headed back the way we came.
Bye ‘d bye,