Long hard day. The first tough times in a while.
We left Newcastle already tired, and though excited to be on the road together, maybe we were a little sad to farewell our fab hosts.
Back to navigating, with tired brain, not sure when Milla started. It was awful, an hysterical howling that wouldn't cease and defied our theories. We were trying for Newnes camp, in the Wolgan.
After dark, many content wombats spotted, we reached camp, exhausted. I feed. Charlie does everything else. We creep around, get into tent. Milla wakes us at 4:19 and won't settle. Feed with bottle.
Clear night and brilliant moon, I get up around 6:30 and feed, so tired, in a very beautiful place.