Turn right out of the Central Rift Valley. 

 Hopwood Hall

Gone to rack and ruin now.

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And why 'Childe Harold' one may ask. Well, this is because Byron wrote a good deal of this poem while staying at Hopwood Hall. And because I always quote (softly, sadly) 'Adieu, adieu, my native shores, farewell...' thinking of a March quite a few years ago.

I was in the company of someone rather in the mould of a Byronic hero (or so I felt). I was very young. But even more interesting (to me, at least) is that Childe Harold's Pilgrimage I and II was published on 10th March 1812. 155 years earlier. Exactly. A coincidence.

Coat of Arms

Play of six argent and vert.

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And watch out for kangaroos.

Yes, that is the middle of nowhere. Better than any cityscape I've ever seen.

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