A short drive from the city saw us in the Adelaide Hills, stepping back in time into an alternative reality of retro farmsteads, rolling, rural landscapes, remnants of old towns, and, most importantly, wineries. The vines are bare now, but the spring blossoms are out. We followed a sign for flowers that led down a
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I stand on the brow of a small hill on a genteel suburban street. It is just past sunrise and the light appears liquid and effervescent. Birds call to each other in enthusiasm for the new day. I look one way. I see mist rolling over the hills, creeping down to the plain below. I
Dr D in Oz 