We’re feeling quite settled in Broome WA. Brian has chosen to forgo Japanese cemetery visits and rock hopping to cook dinner and I’m on a mission to see the dinosaur footprints. The tide is 30 mm below the required level for viewing them, yippee. People are wandering left, right and centre about the rocks as there are no marked pathways to get out onto the lower rock ledge. It’s a case of every man for himself and hope that you don’t break a leg. A mother is trying too hard to teach her kids about dinosaurs “now remember what I told you about the Cretaceous period? Harry, are you listening?” Harry is looking for crabs. The rock pools are the best that I’ve ever seen and the crabs are large and there is bright red stuff clinging to the rocks and lots of coral, so I don’t blame Harry in the slightest. But where are the footprints? Well about sixty people are wandering about looking at rock pools trying to envisage foot shapes and toes. But no one can see them. We’re all looking hopefully at our maps, some folks are Googling the info, others using their phone compass. A Scandinavian woman is getting way too technical about the tide height. But no one can see them. Where are they? No one knows. What do they look like? No one knows. Just then my phone rings we have visitors. I race back to camp to catch up with our caravan club mates who have just arrived in Broome. Obviously we were easier to find than dinosaur footprints.

And you know what? I’m glad we didn’t find any footprints ‘cos searching was such fun.