The long drive and then belated feeeling of driving through the paddocks of Clunes after driving the many miles across the Western Plains. Driving the hours from Melbourne; the feeling of continuing beyond the Ballarat exit produces a gratifying sense of distance. Tussocks for miles and the trees in the distance; the unknown feeelings as one approachesand passes the Amherst milestones. Eventuallly the town greets you with tall treees, a the town centre recalling years gone past.
I never want to stop and meet the town.
I want to approach it, drive slowly through, and stop somewhere irrelevant beyond or before. Maybe just stop the car in a rest area or by the side of the road. Open the windows and wait and listen for a magpie song. Feel the chill in the air and pull, or hope to pull, a blanket over me.
It's a song of frost and coolie magpie song; a sweet old timer feeling, a trickle and roadside modern irrelevancy.
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Don't know about Amherst but I've been stuck in a place called Amfreville for last 6 days.  Once we get the road to Isigny me and the boys will leave. Cpl Uhl 709/243rd Div Wehrmacht |
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