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They’re claypans with sandhills around the outside. We’d go over those sandhills to get to the lake, up on Wooleen Station. As kids we’d go along and collect duck and swan eggs on those lakes, wading out to the nests like little islands the birds built. We’d go back to shore and cook ‘em up. As kids we had to go away to school so we were happy when we caught the bus back for holidays. In those days there’d be a big mob of kids and families living out there.
Women’s Group in the Centre of Mullewa
Turtle Dreaming
Snake Season
The Evening Star
The Three Kings
