It had been an eventful day. After the Priscilla homage, the band had travelled along a lonely road to a mine, and then had a guided tour. After that, they had travelled to a tavern that seemed to stand alone on an infinite ochre plain. They had come there for one purpose: to watch the sunset.
PriscillaBroken Hill is famed for its spectacular sunsets, and this one lived up to the hype.
It was all the more special for Tristram and Regina.
First, the sky was bright azure behind a gentle field of small white clouds. The desert was a textured, vivid ochre. Then as the sun slowly set, the sky was set on fire. The earth glowed bright blood-red as golden light washed away the blue. The clouds became a river of molten lava. As the orange sun oozed away behind the horizon, it left a rose-tinted
