I was driving towards Hammond... which was lost in a brown haze somewhere ahead along a potholed gravel road.
The dust grew thicker, hiding bare brown paddocks. With startling swiftness we were in semi-darkness Even the edge of the road was invisible…
Another dense cloud, another wait; then on again through the half light; past stony fields, empty and lifeless;
Past a kangaroo skeleton picked clean by crows; past a narrow sparse line of scrub and saltbush, half-hidden in the haze, low and grey and covered in fine white dust.
At last the car rolled slowly in the wide main street of Hammond
Half a dozen miserable sheep, huddled beside the road, scampered off at the sight of a motor car and left a trail of dust behind them…

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