OUR WORLD - 1 Hour in the Flinders Ranges

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

Flint's guidance.

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!