As it had began to get more twilight-y than we'd like we drove in to a spot and thought we had found a fairly decent one. We agreed that Phil would cook, and I would get the tent ready.
Whilst I was about to take the cover off the tent, I felt something quite interesting and asked Phil to come and have a feel. With him quite reluctant, I had to demonstrate that what he was touching wasn't going to bite or hurt. Quite a valid worry in Australia when most of the things living there want to kill you. When he stretched his hand up he couldn't believe it either. A sheet of ice had formed a layer across the top of the tent. Tonight was going to be cold, cold, cold.
After eating with our temporarily donated motorcycle jackets on, and 35 layers, it was time to crawl into the ice cube. I almost slept half attached to Phil to try and steal all his warmth. It was a cold night and it took a long while to get to sleep.
In the morning we realised we had parked up not far from an abandoned farm house, luckily there were no residents to kick us off the land. But just to be sure, before any had the chance to turn up, we got ready and headed off.
In a local town we stopped for a cooked breakfast, after a cold night and this being the last day of our trip, we thought we deserved it. The breakfast was lovely and I could have eaten two if I had the room. Then it was back in the car, and straight home.
Our first big trip was over.
Time to plan the next one.