THE LIGHT BEHIND THE LENS

Dingleburn Station, Autumn 2024

 

It was when I mentioned I was off to Dingleburn Station that Glen raised his eyebrows, lowered his chin and warned, "Now that is a white knuckled ride".  This from the man who'd just driven us over the country's highest public access road - in total darkness no less - to watch the sunrise from the eastern side of The Remarkables.  Glen had a proven tolerance for heights and snaking, loose gravel, barrier free roads.

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A few days later, the legend didn't disappoint.  The only vantage point to truly appreciate the greywacke sliding contours of the Dingleburn road, was from afar - when you're on it, you're trying to think of anything but.  I was in good hands however, in an experienced (read: dented, dirty and determined) Land Rover with one Brigitte Mead at the wheel.

 

I was hosted 

 

 

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