In Broken Hill, which is basically miles from anywhere in kind of south east Australian outback, we encountered a quite astonishing sandstorm. We tried to take some pictures, but they hardly do justice to the sight of an enormous burning cloud rushing across the desert from nowhere at considerable speed. This storm left an ethereal sunset over the town. Broken Hill is a funny place; isolated and stuck in it glorious mining age of 130 years ago, redneck yet an artistic enclave (hence the sculpture symposium that permits arty sunset snaps). It also has a brilliantly random memorial to the band that continued to play whilst the Titantic sank (bottom pic). Why there should be such a memorial in Broken Hill is a complete mystery.