So where we up to? Our gubmnt thinks we are, or wishes we were becoming foragers and mainstream fermenters who have adopted Japanese and Argentinian methods of cooking meat. Either that, or they simply want everybody else in the world to think that's what we're like, us Australians.
Like us crooked boat mob that spent a coupla centuries pinching the country from the original owners who'd been here fifty or something thousand years, slaughtered them, and now expects to get away with selling it to the Chinese without anybody actually paying the original owners for it.
Ooops. That just slipped out, that bit.
Syd Long may have seen some upward spikes when he painted Pan in New South Wales in 1898, but I don't reckon he had too much minimal intervention in mind.
In the precious Adnyamathanha country, called the Flinders Ranges by us northern invaders for the last, well, nearly 200 whole years (!), the author, of Northman background, talks with Arkaba Station owner Dean Rasheed, a man of Afghan background, about geology and how the fuck he manages to run sheep on it all, joking about fantasy vineyard sites ... those rocks are all back around 600-750 million years ... photo Dennis Vice