A sign there reads "thick stone walls, small windows and verandahs protected the occupants from the heat. Roofs were generally of split timber shakes or corrugated iron".
It really does feel like you stepped back in time, and I am reminded of Dorothea MacKellar's beautiful poem, My Country, learnt in primary-school years, about our changing landscape, and "the wide brown land for me". Here it is!
and an old ink drawing of life at Old Kanyaka settlement.
And in the same location, what appears to be a dry creek-bed, lined with river-gums
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