2011 - Theses - Flinders University

The shadows lengthened, and I knew the ladies would be eager to leave before the spiritswere walking about. It was still hot, and I cursed myself for forgetting to pack cups, and sowe shared the water bottle between us, unsure whether to wipe between each drinker or not.Rosie Brady, Lorna Demell, and Rita Coulthard at Minerawuta 2001 Photograph by Tracy Spencer.As we lowered back into my car, my eyes were drawn along the line of wooden polesextending from the huts, joined by rough gutters, leading to the mounded ground of whatmarked this place out. A well, and the whispering reason we, the camp and the rams hadcome here in the first place.We hadn’t gone far when Rosie asked me to stop, and began to get out of the car. Theothers made no move, so I went with her to the small twiggy shrub, leaning dangerously toone side on the embankment.33