From Litchfield we headed out to the coast to Crab Claw Island Resort….up here the words resort are used liberally – if you have a restaurant, accommodation, toilets, showers and swimming pools you can qualify for the name “resort” but funnily it was not an island…only a peninsula shaped like a crab claw. We were happy to settle into our bushy little camp site.

Our campsite

Holly on the beach at Crab Claw

We headed here for the facilities and Telstra service but alas the mobile service only worked in the bar restaurant area! Making blog updates impossible and Andrew had to be at the bar to get his work done – tough life!

After lots of tourist activities over the previous week the children were in need of some slower more restful days and a chance to catch up on their journal writing.

Sunset view

The coast offered lovely view out to the ocean with quite a nice sandy beach that you can’t swim in due to the crocodiles. Crab Claw is a fishing destination and they had fishing boats for hire..no boat licence required in N.T. …but we decided the crocodile risk and the fact that neither of us actually know how to drive a boats it was best to stay on dry land.

Sunrise over the beach

The kids has fun in the pools between catching up on journal and school work. Andrew had to sit in the bar and do some work too. We had some lovely birds and wallabies visit our camp daily.

One of our little visitors