“Can we have a closer look at one of those windmills?” Colin asked from beside Martin in the cab of the ute.
Martin was glad when Bruce agreed; he’d grown tired of being driven along bumpy dirt tracks. Although he didn’t usually suffer from car sickness, he felt himself becoming nauseous. However, as soon as the ute’s doors opened the wall of heat hit Martin, making him rethink his earlier willingness to escape the cab.
As they walked, Martin told Bruce he’d heard that Australians used windmills to pump water for irrigation.
“They work well and don’t need a lot of maintenance.”
“There’s a ladder. Okay if I climb up?” Colin asked once they’d gotten out of the ute.
“So long as you don’t tell Matt. He’d have my hide if anything happened to his nephew,” Bruce said.
“Be careful,” Martin
