Rest Day in Burra

This would be a good time to describe the beautiful scenery we have seen so far. Rural South Australia has put on a special show for us after the recent rains have nourished the soil; as if an artist has touched in a landscape painting rimming edges with black where crop stubble has been burned off and touching the hills with shades of silver, blue-grey and green. Immaculate... Add twisted gum trees of a venerable age to the foreground and you have an interesting vista each time you care to look up from the handlebars. Rounded clouds cluster like sheep in the distant sky, casting deep and dramatic shadows on the low hills that form the horizon on each side of us. Burra signifies a change to the landscape as huge modern windmills of the power generating type march across the ridgeline like massive wind-up daddy longleg spiders. New to the landscape, alien to look at, apparently necessary as we run out of fossil fuels - and controversial. They turned at a steady pace, as if marking time and progress itself. Personally I don't mind them, but others do, and have moved across Australia, selling up to live out of their range. Apparently they create a low hum in the ground causing headaches and other symptoms of ill health for those living within a few kilometres of them.