Derby

Given we had been rudely awoken by the road worker crews’ vehicles it was easy to have breakfast, pack up the caravan and be on the road quite early to our next destination, Derby. Much of the roadside was a blaze of yellow with many acacias in full bloom.The fingers of blossom were quite spectacular. After just over two hundred kilometres we left the Great Northern Highway and turned right to complete the last forty or so kilometres on the Derby Highway. We arrived at the Kimberley Entrance caravan park in Derby just before lunchtime and fortunately at the front of what soon became a long queue to check in. Once we had checked in and set up the caravan we had lunch and took a short rest. After just over a month on the road I was going to indulge myself with a game of golf. Unlike many outback golf courses Derby has a nine fairway/eighteen golf course adjoining, and at times crossing, the horse racetrack. Apart from the grassed fairways the other feature of the golf course was the many boab trees, mostly lining the fairway edges but in one case this massive five trunked boab strategically placed in the middle of a fairway as the ultimate hazard.Even though it was about 32 degrees and quite humid the conditions were good. Sadly on the very first hole I sliced my tee shot and ended up in the very rough rough. At least my next shot was in the shade!After getting back too the fairway I had time to pose next to this lovely boab.When I did eventually make it to the green they were in lovely condition but sadly I didn’t putt it in first go.A few wet patches on the fairway were attracting some ibis.The fourth hole required you to hit across the racetrack. As you can see this was also the 13th hole if you played eighteen holes. By this point I was thinking nine holes would be enough as the heat and humidity were taking their toll on me and my caddie (Karen). Apart from the boab trees there were also a few giant termite mounds dotted around the course. I made sure not to hit near one.On the par 4, 7th hole I did manage to miss the aforementioned giant boab in the middle of the fairway, hitting to the right side on my way to a bogey five. At the end of the next hole we stopped for Karen to have a photo with one of the more developed boabs. As you can see they are quite big.By the time we had finished the nine holes it was definitely ‘beer o’clock’ so we headed into the clubhouse. A small group of about eight members were already enjoying a cool drink. After ordering our drinks at the bar from barman, (also named Mark,) they made themselves known and we enjoyed a chat as we had our drinks. Very friendly people who made us feel most welcome. We would certainly pop in again.

As sunset approached we left and drove down to the jetty for a spectacular sunset, something Derby is famous for. There was quite a bit of water in, but Derby is also renowned for the massive tidal sea level changes.  This sign grabbed our attention but we didn’t order any.However we indulged in another Derby institution – the fish and chips at the Derby Wharf Cafe which we ordered and took back to the caravan to eat.

The next morning we were off again, this time to Broome, about 225 kms away. As we left town we stopped at the now infamous boab prison tree, a final photo opportunity in Derby.

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