′How can mere red dirt and stones and scrubby trees
and shrubs and rises and falls in the land and haze and a vast blue sky
be so potent? Such was its power, even in intense heat, even at night - sometimes, especially at night - the landscape seized you ...
In the early 1950s, Australia was riding on the sheep′s back and no-one doubted the wisdom of making a life in the wool industry, certainly not sixteen-year-old Ian Parkes.
Having grown up with his grandfather′s stories about the bush, he was eager to earn his way on sheep stations in the Australian outback. But he had no idea that the country would creep inside him and take root.
Tough yet tender, funny one moment, poignant the next, this is the story of a life lived on the land and for the land. It was a time when a young lad starting out might work side-by-side with Aboriginal stockmen, when a big social event was a day at the races, followed by a game of two-up.
And a time when a young man might discover a love of books, camped out under the stars.