every weekend we finish work at 3pm, so we make our escape to the back of the roadhouse and walk.
we are the only two people in the world out here. i have never heard such quiet. i can only hear the crunches of each footstep, and the noise that the wind is making when it blows against me and brushes between the grass and trees.
my cariad is my welsh love, and these pictures are from our last weekend in the Gibson desert before we rejoin society. i'll miss you out here.