E WERE ABOUT 150 KILOMETRES NORTH of Port Augusta when it dawned on The Farmer and me that the air conditioning in our ute was not working. We’d left a rain-smudged Tasmania and crossed Bass Strait. We’d wandered through the cold green of Victoria and the rolling tapestry of South Australia, with its crops of yellow and green, stitched through with
A TIMELY REMINDER
Nov 09, 2022
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