I am away on holidays at the moment, and have travelled slowly across north west Victoria, the heart of the mallee country. Dry, salty land, treed by emaciated gums with twisted forms. A sun-drenched land with gleaming blue skies that meet a rust red horizon, a palette occasionally broken by carpets of almost fluorescent yellow flowers, and fields of fresh young wheat. A couple of days ago we stayed at Pink Lakes. This photo captures part of the view from our alfresco dinner table.