We camped last night at Yule River and like most rivers in this part of the world the is not much water in it. This river is the same as most with some pools of water, but mostly dry river bed. This mornings walk was on the river bed and I had the absolute pleasure of coming across a lovely grotto formed by the river, surrounded by green trees and shrubs plus some large rocks. The rocks probably left over from the bridge construction. After that we packed up and got going on the road once more with plans to have a pie & sauce lunch at the old Whim Creek pub. So we get to pub, which was only 50 kms down the road and, lo & behold, it is closed. So we had a chat to the friendly cocky in the cage, took some photos and moved on. It really is a pity, the old pub was a piece of history and according to a couple of locals we met when we got the main road it has been closed for years, maybe someone will rescue it. 
Next planned stop was at Sherlock River which looked very nice but the parking area was very small and we decided that there was not enough room and moved on again. We then passed through Roebourne looking for a place called Cleaverville, which we had been told was very nice. Our plan was to stay there for a week using it as a base to visit all the sights in the Karratha area, these include Samson, Cossack both historical towns, Karratha itself, Dampier and the Burrup Peninsular. After a lot of searching we found Cleavervile which is a beach and has lots and lots of van parked here, it is also a really nice spot. However the road in is not the best, also not the worst, so we will stay for a couple of days then move on to do our sightseeing. 
Just one more aside. We were blown away by the road systems, existing and under construction at Port Hedland. They were huge and very modern, obviously to cope with the amazing amount of traffic, trucks and 'mine spec' vehicles. After leaving Roebourne we passed another bit of serious road work, a bridge over the rail line to Cape Lambert. While crossing the bridge we had the pleasure of seeing one the huge trains stretching far into the distance both sides of the bridge.