Its early Tuesday morning, and the six of us have risen to a day of smoke and glare, and face paint.
We were picked up by Kevin, and an older woman from the community, the previous night after greeting Lockie from his 5.50pm flight at Broome International Airport.
The two hour trip up to Beagle Bay was long and bumpy. With the 6 of us squeezed into the back of the troopy, along with the mountains of necessary luggage and new footys for the kids.
The constant pressure, squished shoulder the shoulder grew tiresome relatively quickly.
Nothing on the wireless.
Conversation was limited to that of a year eleven boys' humor base, of poo and wee jokes and Albys' last minute recount of a story regarding the training of a German Shepherd.
We were met at the school by Principal John Rose, who gave us a quick run down of the next days activities and then directed us to our sleeping quarters.
The three year eleven boys were gallant in accepting the thinnest mats available, telling me that they had 'done it on Venture' and that 'Nah man, they're ladsy and hella comfortable.'
How wrong they would find out they were tuesday morning.
So we're awake now and its early. Every one feeling the effects of the thin mattress.
Quick feed, grab my gear and its time to head out to meet the kids.
Today is Sacred Heart Schools Sports Carnival.