It had just stopped raining when we turned off the asphalt road on to the dirt track that leads down to St Lawrence. The town was far from charming, but it meets all requirements for the 50 or so permanent residents who have settled in this bit of outback. We drove through the town and reached Greg Coyne’s farm just a few minutes later. For the next few days, this place would be the starting point for what would turn out to be a truly unique stalking trip.
The oppressive, humid heat hit Mark Longhi Andreasen and I with an unpleasant force, immediately causing beads of sweat to break out on our foreheads. The heat wasn’t just uncomfortable,
