Happy hour

I half expected to see Julie Andrews appear sweeping through the meadows. So lush and vibrant is the landscape, after a spot of rain the wild flowers are unbelievable. It's only the red dust that gives away the real location. We found the most wonderful free camp site and hiked up the escarpment to watch the sun set. But a magic moment was killed by the screaming and crying. Miles insisted on getting as close to the edge of the ledge as possible as we shouted at him to get back.

Angus was crying he had burs that were so sharp they felt like razors, embedded into a good portion of his anatomy. As we set about removing the millions of painful burs from Angus, and at the same time shouting continuously at Miles, we enjoyed the view and comforted ourselves that we were providing the best form of contraceptive to the young couple who had also hiked up.
From sun down until sun up is happy hour, when there is a brief reprieve from the flies. They have to be experienced to be believed.