by John Wilson


Our emerging ecological crisis is neither carbon dioxide, nor climate, but human psychology.

With the wind on my face, and sixteen aboard a heavy wooden coach, five-in-hand, all galloping in harness, with chains in their tack tinkling and jingling, and twenty steel-shod hooves striking the road in a cacophony of syncopated clatter, was well worth driving a thousand miles to experience!

Out of Townsville, over a low ridge, I enter the Lake Eyre Basin of our vast interior. For thousands of miles, I follow smooth clay wheel ruts on old stock routes along the Torrens Creek, the Barcoo, Thompson, Bulloo, Condamine, Paroo and Diamantina Rivers. Travelling slowly, I memorise for grandchildren ‘The Man from Snowy River’.…

Open-handed, Pete offered me the chance of driving his regular mail run, out west beyond Wanaaring, towards Tibooburra, and the South Australian border, then north west up towards the Hamilton gate through the dog fence into Queensland.

Walking cliff tops facing the Indian Ocean north of Broome, I halt in wonder at fireworks in the sky, an osprey going ballistic in my face. Bright sunlight on white underparts flashes alarm! And lo, on a jagged buttress jutting out across the beach from red cliffs, is her nest of many seasons piled high…

Michael Balderstone of the Nimbin Museum explained that ATSIC, (Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders Commission) was too mean to allow Aboriginal people petrol money to visit the Timbarra Plateau. They would show Ross Mining the sacred site to be spared by their proposed open cut cyanide gold mine, on wetlands, sourcing the Clarence River! Delighted,…


Challenging French nuclear testing in the Pacific 1995 – 1996. Free PDF download.