The land where I grew up is vast and flat. When I first came to Killarney Station, there was barely a tree to be seen, and that sparse vista stretched all the way to the horizon, 2819 square kilometres, about as untamed as you’d imagine. Wherever I looked, there was Killarney with its feral cattle, … Continue reading A Sunburnt Childhood
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