Broome Connections

We stayed an extra day in Broome. I’ve got over my fit of pique [previously held] that Broome’s not the place it used to be! Sure, it’s different … possibly even better! The red dust hasn’t changed. Today, with the help of Museum staff, I discovered the house where we used to stay in Broome, 45 years ago. Nostalgic.

Best of all, though, was reconnecting with Vanessa [twice], Robyn and Lessie. Our connection has its roots in the Kimberley, even if we didn’t all meet until a cattle-breeders conference in New Zealand. That memoir is in the book! But I might have to amend it now; when showing V & R my power-point of Fossil Downs, Robyn says “That’s Bob. I sat next to him on the plane from Sydney to Broome two years ago”. This is the Bob that we sought in Dubbo 18 months ago, as he’s a close relative of the owners. These connections all get spooky, and are spurring me on to finish writing it.

[Incidentally, Robyn was counselled by Jenny Regeling, about 14 years ago, when R. was diagnosed with breast-cancer.]

So with mixed emotions, again, we’re getting ready to leave Kimberley, and head south towards the Pilbara. There are times when I think we mightn’t visit the Kimberley again but no-one knows what is ahead.

We’ve reprovisioned for our next phase; restocked the food, new tyres; new ‘gizmo’ so I can keep typing my book when there’s no electricity to plug into. Not sure where we are going … just somewhere a bit south of here.