You cheered me up a lot with your nice comments and clicks for the bend in the Arkaroola road.
Since it has been pouring down for 3 ( three) weeks now, I can't help dreaming of the desert.
Of days when water was precious and a swim a faint dream. And the only pool ( made of railways sleepers) reserved for patrons of the bar. And dearer than another tinnie. Guess what I opted for