The day was burning hot, with mirages shimmering on the road ahead. On either side, the soil was red and the paddocks contained only stubble, for the wheat had been harvested. Sheep dotted the parched earth, vainly, it seemed to Kathleen, trying to find food in the unforgiving soil.

She hoped she had made the right decision, starting her teaching career in a farming town miles from anywhere. She knew practically nothing about Mount George– except that it was small.

What was the kindergarten like? Would she get on with the parents and committee? And the children! Especially the children. Would they be hard to manage? What did this year of 1967 hold for her? So many questions. And the answers were not far away. Kathleen’s faithful Holden Torana showed she had driven 154 miles from Perth with only thirty to go, until she would be at her new home..