About 25 km out of Norseman a signpost points to the left "Dundas Rocks 2 km". As is customary for us, we turn left. A curving unsealed road leads to where the old township of Dundas would have been a hundred years ago. Then, in the old days, the Cobb and Co. coaches would take folk from the port of Esperance up to the gold fields. Just ahead of where I stand would have been the old Dundas pub. A few rusted street signs point out that it may have been a thriving little town in the early 1890s, till gold was discovered further north, in Norseman, a few years later.
The old Dundas pub site...
The rocks were not readily seen at first. It looked no more than a bit of a rocky outcrop atop a small hill, all but hidden by the thick brush.
'hidden by the thick brush'
On closer inspection, however, the whole hill is a rock, with boulders strategically placed by Mother Nature to make the most romantic of rockeries.
'strategically placed by Mother Nature'
The air is thick with the songs of birds and the buzzing of bees. The rock-covered ground is intermittently covered with sand and moss.
'intermittently covered with sand and moss'
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