Gordon and Trev got up planning for an early surf at Cactus before we left Penong – but when they arrived out there the tide was extremely low and the walk out then paddle out even further was prohibitive time-wise so they just watched for a while and had a prayer time on the beach.

Branch had gone along with them to inspect the boardwalk and found the culprit hole that I had fallen into…

Leaving Penong the landscape quickly changed from scrubby bushland to saltbush and little else. The roads were long and straight..

and we reached the start of the Nullarbor plain, stopping for the obligatory photo shoot.

The Nullabor was fairly busy considering and it was not uncommon to be overtaken by a road train…

We reached the Nullarbor Roadhouse and stopped for fuel and coffee… and Matt and Sharon’s Kranskys…

After a few pics of iconic Nullarbor scenes, we continued on to find our campsite for the night – Bunda Cliffs Camp 1 as per Wikicamps.

Unfortunately, Trev overshot the entry as there are no signposts and we had to all to a U-turn on the Nullarbor (very carefully) and finally located the entry. The road out was not too bad – a bit dusty and corrugated with some rocky patches. Trev was concerned for Matt and Sharon’s Subi’s clearance, but it made the journey with no issues.

We arrived at the Bunda Cliffs Campsite and after a few discussions settled on a wagon-train style campsite not too far from the cliffs edge but a little protected from the howling wind (?). With Kerry directing the traffic, we formed a perfect wagon train and got out to explore the area.

Branch noted a flurry of activity near the Wells van and cautiously went for a look… still nervous about the Bluetooth fiasco – but it was Macgyver and Dave looking at the fridge which would not go on gas – or so they thought but MacGyver got it going so all OK….

The Bunda Cliffs are an awesome site with the Southern Ocean far below crashing on the steep cliff face.

The view out our bedroom window was second to none…

The limestone in the area is eroded and rugged plants are barely clinging on to the windswept top of the cliffs. There was also a lot of very bleached shells lying in the sandy soil – had they been there since the Flood??

Dave was persuaded by Gordie to put on his skirt (caravan that is) due to the relentless wind – so we could try and sit out in relative comfort… after all if you didn’t get it out now when would you???

We sat around then went for a walk to explore the area.

Trev put the drone up and got some spectacular pics of the cliffs and our campsite…

Gordie entertained us all with the country music blaring from his van – causing some to come out and dance when “Wagon Wheels” was playing.

Sunset over the cliffs was a magnificent sight…

After dinner in the vans as the wind was still howling, Gordie lit the fire and we attempted to sit outside without catching alight as the sparks flew upward…outward and every which way with the wind.

The stars were magnificent and so Matt and I attempted some night sky photography – Matt with his GoPro star trails app… and me with the DSLR…