The kids that hooned around the Nullarbor in the Model A lived in an old house that will still on site. Smack in the middle of a bunch of fibro and brick buildings it looked so out of place it may as well have been the Tardis. It was certainly a time machine. If you went inside you were immediately transported back to the early days on the highway. It smelled like hot sand on a 40 degree West Australian summer's day, the kind of smell that comes with dryness and years and years of accumulated dust. I remember the green enamel canisters on the shelf over the AGA oven, the empty fireplace with tiled surrounds, the heavy curtains to keep out the heat, the iron bed frames and the big, mahogany wardrobes
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