|17 Black-winged Stilts|
|Gosse Bluff comet crater|
|Mary Kathleen uranium mine|
And, almost finally, a photograph that isn't a particularly good picture because I snapped it too quickly when I spotted a man with his dog and his swag leaving town. He could have been the man in Busby Marou's song, moving on to the next town. It struck me as essentially Outback.
We saw this on leaving Cloncurry. I hope we will.