Quilpie, Queensland
Sunday 8th May
All night there is a gusty wind and the occasional drops of rain, no stars shine through the grey blanket of sky and we wake to a soft pink glow in the East with a cacophony of twisted clouds that muffle the dawn.
We are camped on a gravel hillock, ironstone red pebbles, like marbles cover the ground and hardy bushes and shrubs eek out an existence in an almost waterless landscape. The colours the evening before were subtle but endearing, ochres,...