So it begins; he driving, me happy to be the passenger.
I know the Min Min is somewhere out there, somewhere beyond. No chance of even a glimpse until we shrug off the pull of the coast and plunge into the Outback. Leave far behind the coastal huddlers with their desk jobs, soft hands and short horizons. The Min Min isn’t here, never would be. Have to turn away from the sea. Inland. That’s where we’ll find it. Or
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