![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() country lay bare enough in the early winter – long stretches of stone-walled paddocks where the red soil showed through the sparse native grass steep, stony hillsides oases of irrigation, with the deep green of Lucerne growing rank among weed-fringed water channels and so on and on, past little towns and tiny settlements. It was Billabong itself – the Australian outback station in the north of Victoria, seventeen miles from the nearest settlement – that first caught my imagination and that sent me back to the library in the South African town where I lived to find more of the same: I can’t remember now the order in which I read them, but I doubt I would have begun with the first of Mary Grant Bruce’s novels, just because of its title: A Little Bush Maid. ![]()
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