Item 01: Ralph Ingram Moore letters, 10 February 1907-15 March 1918 - Page 13
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it burns the feet even through thick boots. The parts of the road that were at all hard resembled a switch back railway more than anything else. Once at the water's edge though, we thought our ride well repaid. It was grand to sit under the shade of a gum (there are several trees out there) & listen to the water lapping against the edges. It was the first decent drop of water I had seen since landing here. The colour though is a very deep brown & hence it has to be filtered through sand beds before it is fit for town use. Again all of it has to be pumped, €“ the grade not being sufficient for it to run into B.H. We went through the pumping station while out there.
Our run back was altogether different to going out. The wind was a dead head wind & coming off hot sand it seemed like that out of a furnace. Besides A wind here, besides always carrying dust, if at all strong hurls aga along grass sized grit. Each particle when it strikes the face, seems to sting like the prick of a needle. We took a different road on our return journey thinking it would be better, but it turned out to be the reverse. We had to push & carry our bikes for about two miles in one stretch alone. Both going & coming we passed several herds of camels. They are used a good deal here. They carry merchandise etc into the interior, & bring back wool, hides etc.
A couple of miles from home Alec blew out so we