WATERING PLACE

THE view hit us suddenly, and completely by surprise. I had been concentrating so intently on the rough, rocky track we were following that the top of the ridge was seen as nothing more than a change from driving upwards to careening downwards. But as the view hit me, I instinctively jammed on the brakes and got out to admire the panorama that surrounded us.

I was hemmed in by ranges; at my back was a particularly rugged part of the mountains, while to my front the path of Depot Creek wound between two hills before suddenly spilling out on to the flat plain which