We are heading west into the outback of Queensland Australia, an immense and empty part of the country. Neighbours live miles apart and the stations, or properties, are measured in thousands of acres.
The land is flourishing. Three years with no drought. The floods of 2009 and 2010 have brought their rewards. The golden Mitchel grass is thick and luxurious across the plains. The evening sun glints across the seed heads and enfolds them in a halo of light. The cattle, fat and sleek, stand belly deep in the lush pasture.
The wattle with its golden promise of spring splashes colour through the bush, and the Mulga scrub is thickly clothed in the special green/grey foliage of the Aussie bush. As the late afternoon sun filters through it lights up the stark white bark of the eucalypt.
Travelling through the landscape, at this time of plenty, brings a feeling of contentment and peace.
History has shown that in this wide, diverse country, floods and famine follow like day and night, but for now it is a time to enjoy nature’s bounty.