Postcards from Dookie

Dookie is a tiny little town, in the middle of rural Victoria where one of my best friends in the whole world lives.
Surrounded by ghosts of its past; empty silos and long overgrown railway lines trace their way right through the centre of town. A single short row of shops line the side of the main through road; a newsagents with the post office inside, a pub where you can also order a chippy, an antiques shop that brings in passing tourists. And on all sides there is rolling, picture-book hills, groups of kangaroos field hopping in the distance, and towering eucalyptus trees filled with bird song. Oh, and the police ‘station’ which is really just the town’s one police officer’s house, has a friendly resident sheep.