Sunday, 11 July 1948. This has to be written by daylight during the late afternoon as the new supply of stores has not come up from Portland Roads yet; actually we have no knowledge that it has reached P.R. other than Capt. Paulson's promise to me last Sunday. We have to prepare for the worst though and as there are only two gallons of kerosene left, barely enough to fill the lamps for the plant-drying ovens for the period at Brown's Creek, such things as journals must be written by daylight or not at all. Other things are short, many of them: butter, jam, the little luxuries such as dried fruit and rolled oats, if they can even here be called luxuries. Rum and cigarettes are our completely and several other things are very low. There is really nothing to worry about as we have plenty of flour, tobacco, cigarette papers and tea and can get fresh pork for the hunting of it, but a little thing like a jar of marmalade means a lot under these conditions. The feelings of the people who live in this part of the country, who are utterly at the mercy of the wharfies and such people, must be unprintable, as this sort of thing apparently happens all too often. The day has been bright abd dry and devoted mainly to packing in readiness for tomorrow's move to Brown's. Brown's Creek is Pascoe water, flowing into that river some miles northwest of the place where we shall be camping; the Pascoe in turn empties into Weymouth Bay some distance north of Portland Roads. It will be dry country and should offer a different flora and fauna, and it is hoped a more abundant one, than this locality. The dry weather has been a boon for me in that my bed abd blankets, as a result of yesterday's exposure to the sun, is now clear of ants and I can sleep without the patter of tiny feet on my ribs. Monday, 12 July 1948. It develops on information from the Main Roads man who drove us up to Brown's Creek, that the Leisha has not yet reached Portland Roads, nor has there been any word of her arrival. That accounts for the non-arrival of our stores, and there is not much chance of them reaching us up here. When received I imagine they will be dumped at Iron Range as we shall be returning there a week from today. Our chief difficulty, the shortage of kerosene, has been solved by the promise of our driver to come up again tomorrow and bring some of the Main Roads store with him which we shall return from our own stocks when received. It is mighty good of them, particularly as none of these trips are being charged for. We are in totally different country now, the mountains being quite out of sight, concealed by low foothills which lie between Brown's and Mount Tozer. This country is easy to get about in, being open forest, with small patches only of viny scrub. About a mile or a little more back on the Tozer road there is another creek, Yam Creek, said to be very good country for my activities, which I must get to as soon as possible. Brown's Creek is a nice little stream, about five or six yards across and at the camp, running over a pebbly bed. A little way down stream there is a sandy bank which I have adopted as a bathing place. There are fish about eight or nine inches in length so perhaps we can vary a diet which is likely to be somewhat monotonous for a while. The erection of camp has from frequent practice, become a fairly mechanical operation and we are all comfortably settled in. George, Van and the boys are out setting traps and I am finishing this page as I have to get film and letters ready to go out tomorrow by the Main Roads men. I can do better in the way of description tomorrow after I have been around a little.