Back many years ago when my family travelled Australia like gypsies or as my mother preferred wandering stars, we would often camp near a large dam west of Norseman in Western Australia.

During our many stops there crossing the Nullarbor this dam never held water. It was a laughing stock to us at the time, such a big waste in an area where rainfall was patchy and would soak into the dry parched soil long before there was any run off. We nicknamed this dam ‘The White Elephant’.

Back in 1975 on our way to W.A. to attend my sisters wedding we again stopped there. I climbed the bank as always and low and behold the dam was full.

I was reminiscing about this place with my sister only last night in chat and she commented it’s surprising the small details we remember later in life and the bigger things we forget. 

I have other memories of happening’s at ‘The White Elephant’ dam which I may share at a later time.