I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of droughts and flooding rains
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel-sea
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me
Its vastness is underestimated by many tourists, often to their detriment.
Unlike much of the world, desert, semiarid plateaus, little rainfall and a sparsely populated interior, meets the unwary and unprepared visitor. The red dirt and barren sand dunes being complicit in their demise.
We are predominantly coastal dwellers, the sea and sand in our blood, although some of us have taken a tree change and headed for the ragged mountain ranges.
Wherever we lay our weary bones we will always be girt by sea, canopied by a pitiless blue sky and enamored by our willful lavish land, our country.