You can’t see it (fortunately) but there’s a pool of my vomit on the ground to the left of that tree. I got there after a ride in a small helicopter with Stoney, a guy who herds cattle from the air for the stations around Middleton in outback Queensland. He’d very kindly let me come up with him one morning and I was shooting everything I could see because who knew when I’d get an opportunity like this again. The trouble was, I get sick in planes (I’m even worse in boats) and being in this small and highly manoeuvrable helicopter that he was tossing all over the sky was too much for me. He dropped me off at the top of this rocky hill so he could keep working and I threw up, took a few deep breaths and had a look around.