Driving up through Pimba, Woomera, and other historic nuclear waste and test hotspots, we are witnessing evidence of one of the greatest sins of all - the contamination of vast tracts of land with radioactivity that lasts longer than humans can imagine.
But we have also met people with huge hearts, working with integrity to keep the land clean and protect it for posterity. People in communities like Kimba who have woken up to the insidious and compulsive lying of successive governments, and are standing up for the land, this and future generations. Amongst the constant work of seeding, tailing and deballing sheep, digging out boulders ploughed from ancient land, we were shown the reality of a famous country hospitality. An honour to meet the resister farmers of Kimba.
Rain being ever on the farmer's mind they asked if we could dance up some rain, so to that end the Rev walked to the top of Mt Ive the following day, a feat bound to attract rain to an unprepared walker, and got caught in a light shower. Returning to the summit later that day with Mrs Rowdy we finished the job and were drenched to the bone with aqueous bounty. Hope that was good enough for y'all!
We also wintessed the determination of tiny things to survive and flourish - only a couple of days after an earlier rain, already green leaves were sprouting from the hard red track we took to the summit.
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