By Jennifer Cameron-Smith
At night the land took back the silence of its centuries, and lay passive as it had done since the dawn of time under the indifferent stars.
The obverse of the Lone Hand (and of his mate, the Brave Anzac) is that it was women who were left to manage not just the home, but the industry which maintains the home.
The relationship between Drysdale and Newcomb is, in a low key way, occasionally celebrated by the queer community. But the diary provides few insights into the women’s emotional lives
from the 1970s women protested their absence from historical accounts, but failed to recognise that first wave feminists had proposed an alternative to the dominant male myth;
Today I detest even the picture of a Hereford cow. I loathe their white-washed faces, for I have ridden behind them, with eight of my own drovers, for six months, 1,000 miles as the route went but some 3,000 as I rode it