We grew up in the deep folds of the "Adelaide Hills". Plenty of big steep hills.
I remember the joy of overtaking a car, flying down the dirt road on my pushbike.
I also remember the feeling of realizing I wasn't going to get around the corner at the bottom, and the blackberries, and the rocks.
In those days, it was all mostly farm paddocks.
Summer time the creek at the bottom of the hill was more of a trickle.
A bit whiffy as well. The cattle watered there. Many, were the hosing downs we got, before being allowed back in the house.
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