Ride to the Rock? Not Quite
I rode a grassy country, a land of swarming flies. Of reasonable accommodation, and pub steaks with salad and fries. I rode her far horizons, and stopped for morning tea, I even did some dirt roads, the wide green land for me.Dorothea Mackellar would have written it like that if she had been on the … More Ride to the Rock? Not Quite









