I wanted to record these photos. I still remember being taken to the stunning location of the Harding River near Cossack and being grief-stricken to find out it was about to be totally flooded and turned into a giant dam to provide water for the mining towns.
In our ignorance, we wandered around Whitnoom, including inspecting an old mine. The kids grabbed a lump of blue asbestos for their rock collection.
Tom Price was a very small town and Dampier was little more than a beach.
A picnic at Dampier with Terry and Martin.
