The Berkley River
The Berkeley River is nestled SW of Joseph Bonaparte Gulf on Australia’s remote north Kimberly Coast.
The nearest town is Wyndham 150kms..
There are no roads…
Intense silence fills your ears,
alone in an ancient land.
The moon fills the setting sky,
miles from civilisation,
miles from anywhere.
We are able to cruise some 12 nm (approx. 22km) up the river.
Sandstone gorges soar over head at times completely encircling us..
There is a deep presence…
We are in old, old country…
There is a silence within the Berkley like nothing I’ve every experienced before.
It’s soundless..
Deafening…
This was to be our home for the next month.
We bathed under the waterfall looking out over the hushed grandness..
We explored, we climbed the above ridge and walked deep into the quiet land, we sat…
We watched the Moon dance it’s cycle in the clear, clear skies.
We lay out on chilly nights lit by the millions of sparkling stars..
We watched the sun sink, finished for the day, whilst the full moon rose in all it’s glory…
We lived in nature,
self sufficient.
Collecting water..
Baking bread…
We ate well…
We walked the ancient land drawn into it’s quietness.
Sandstone rock caved into the guardian souls that resided this land..
There was a feeling of being in the presence of others,
they had left their creative mark.
We sat and looked out where others had sat for millennium ..
The connection was strong…
We came across the odd Croc, we aways aware.
We swam in fresh water pools, watched by God’s creatures..
We played, safe above the falls…
We were totally and lovingly wrapped in nature.