I also love the view to the west. A long driving holiday through the immense flat stretches of sheep and wheat country beckons, especially as the cold winter days begin to turn a little warmer and the sun shines a little brighter.
Words to walk with:
From The Teams by Henry Lawson
“With eyes half-shut to the blinding dust,
And necks to the yokes bent low,
The beast are pulling as bullocks must;
And the shining tires might almost rust
While the spokes are turning slow.”