EVERY shake, sound and smell of my old car felt like it was giving me hypervigilance as I rolled out of my neighbourhood in my 1976 Series III about to cross the Nullarbor Plain – a flat, almost treeless, arid part of southern Australia, as part of my plan to cross the entire country. Already visualising the car on the back of a flatbed, I wondered whether the months of planning and years of dreaming, would all be shattered by one of my classic rushed oversights.
I wasn’t the only mad one – a term used regularly by the doubters when I made mention of my trip – friend Brook James was joining me in a Land Rover of the same vintage. I found my perfect steed in early 2021 from a guy called Mick in Mildura, who put up with two weeks of non-stop questions and video requests before I took a day out to bring her – Sandy the Landy
