Turning Grass Into T-Bones

For a sheep and wheat man whose home is near Geraldton, 2,500 km to the south and west, Peter Burton, 63, has grown very fond of the Kimberley. "If you live here and die here you have to go somewhere else," says the wiry farmer, rolling a cigarette. "Because you've already been to Heaven." Some district cattlemen consider him a blow-in, but Burton is finding this stage of his life busier than he expected. "Supposedly ret-ired," he says, with mischief in his eyes. "I was happy catching crayfish and sinking piss." But now he's living at Springvale and running several properties...

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