Thanks to the hospitality of the Monks ( it is part of their Charter), after we wandered up to the pub for a pre dinner drink and a chat with a gorgeous young man who had just driven down from a Station east of Canarvon,( another people story for later as it is not my turn - a gorgeous young lady comes next that Pa has chatted up), we wandered back to our  free camp on the edge of the Monks oval,cooked our lamb chops outdoors and lit a fire.
It was very still so we totally used the supply of wood we always carry.

As usual when we left NN we wandered off up back roads so Pa was able to replenish our snail house wood heap with the butter knife. Hi Millicent John Will and Harry.