Treasured memories from last year's trip to the North Flinders
Ranges and Wirrealpa Station. A number of you have asked
about the stove in my header. Unfortunately it is not mine, I
wish, but has seen service in the shearer's quarters of Wirrealpa
Station for well over 100 years. There was of course also a new
electric rage which we scorned in favour of the real thing.
Two great kettles for innumerable cups of tea and some large
aluminium pots that we used for natural dyeing under India
Fate decreed it was time to leave and here is a selection of
just one of the wonderful hours we spent on the road.
Do enlarge for more detail.
Above, a natural wall of China wends it's way over the hills
and below, the hills folded and kneaded like puff pastry.
It had been an unusually wet spring so the normally dry and
sere country side magically burst with colour.
My favourite kind of road . . .
and unexpectedly vibrant shades of gold and green along the way.
A consolation as we again hit the tarmac, was the exposed
geological features of these ancient, weather-worm mountains.
The further south we came, the more grasses had already dried
off, but there were plenty of colourful patches still left to feast
the eyes upon
and Emus, too many to fit in one frame, grazing in a veritable
Garden of Eden. All shots from a moving car in the space of
just one hour as one of our number had to catch a flight back
to the US.
I revel in these memories and only wish I were back there now.
I hope you enjoyed a little of what my world has to offer the intrepid traveller.
If you haven't yet, do put up a post and add to the wonders OUR WORLS offers!