….I’m riding into a 10 kph northeasterly. The wind is light enough, though, that the farmers are all taking advantage of the conditions to burn off stubble. On the horizon in every direction are plumes of dark smoke or long lines of bluish haze. Where larger burns are taking place, a dark pink cloud hangs and looks more like a bushfire than a crop being burnt. The smell of burnt veg is in the air, sometimes thick and wafty, sometimes just a whiff on the curls of the breeze.
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