s we take the road west from Natimuk, we come to a fork just out of town. Turning right, we come across a dusty old armchair sitting among wispy stalks of wheat on the edge of the road. Beyond, the empty frame of an old billboard prevails, and in the distance, across a sea of wheat, the orange ramparts of Dyurrite/Arapiles keep watch over the Wimmera. We pause to take a closer look and discover that this scene is
