BARROW  CREEK  AGAIN  (and again)

As many of you know, just north of Barrow Creek was the scene of our breakdown in 2004.  (The car that is -although we both had our moments.)  A passing motorist helped us to limp into Barrow Creek, from where we were "rescued" by the RAC.  Les, the proprietor of the Pub & bowsers, which is about the sum total of Barrow Creek, was extremely helpful at the time.  So we were very pleased to find him sitting in the shade doing his books when we drove in to fill up and say G'day.  We pulled up a chair and had a chat about our last visit - very timely, as he's retiring next year.  So after a photo with Les we bought a painting from Patsy, a local aboriginal leader, and then we were on our way again.  We bid a fond farewell to the place, as this was to be the last time we'd pass through here.  Or so we thought.  About 90kms up the road I realised I'd left my handbag sitting on one of those chairs next to Les.  So there was nothing else we could do but turn around and head back down the Stuart Hwy to good old Barrow Creek - again.  Nothing like adding 180kms to the day's trip.