In the overly connected world of cities, with any spot criss-crossed and our bodies bombarded with multiple radio waves, it’s refreshing to find that in parts of outback Australia, the internet is still a newfangled wonder. The sign on the main street of a country town points the way:

Which leads to:

I remember living in a country town in which the telephone had a handle you wound a couple of times. You would be connected to the exchange and ask for Bill Tooth (always wondered what the collective name of that family was – the Teeth?). ‘Ah, that’s number 9’, the exchange person would say, and put you through. We were number 4.