Cooktown

A cloudy morning and showers in Port Douglas, so headed north to glorious sunshine and hotness up north.

It was a wet start to the day, so we decided to head north and explore up towards Cooktown.  The journey was 3 hours each way and a long winding road, dotted a lot of grave memorials, squashed wallabies, a dead cow and the ash of a recent bush fire, but plenty of nice things to see too, such as the Black Mountain.  Back in the evening and all packed up again to move on tomorrow.  Might try a pint again tonight but an early start in the morning.

Cooktown is a very sleepy peerie place, not much happening but nice weather :)  The town is rich with Australian modern history and named after Captain James Cook, who landed and beached here in 1770 and claimed it for Britain.  Shame I didn't have much time to explore it properly but it's the furthest north I'll make in Australia this trip.  I got great views from Grassy Hill lookout, where Captain Cook stood, I could even point towards Shetland ;)  This seemed to be the main street, Charlotte Street, filled with cafés, bars and shops.