I’m using a few hundred words here to talk about the Murray River—a creature whose entire essence cannot be done justice in any number of words, written or spoken.
I recently stood on the banks of the Murray for the first time in my life—and I am not ashamed to say it made me cry. I grew up in Queensland, where we are lucky enough to house the headwaters of the Murray’s equally majestic sister, the Darling.
But rivers are different up there. Continue reading