a six hour drive to the Flinders. The passing country side changing as we go. We pass first the pink salt lakes and so many fields of canola to meet the mountains and the red dirt of the out back. We stopped at this hall in the tiny town of Locheil. One little lady modestly presided over trestle tables of her own work. Matinee jackets, crochet blankets, peg bags, aprons, child and dolls clothes, crochet bags and so many more hand crafted items. My daughter and I tried to estimate the time it would have taken to produce such a body of work, years and years. We are off for the weekend to my sisters wedding. More photos from the outback to come.