Sunday, 6th May 1990
After tea and coffee with Storn and Bonny we all walked down to the bridge across the Victoria River. From our vantage point, 20 m above the river, we saw two small crocodiles. One was swimming casually upstream with no more than a flick from the end of its tail, and the other was hanging suspended with just its nostrils out of the water, until we scared it off by throwing a few pieces of earth at it.