I used to work on a station as a surveyor and field assistant back in the day before every man and his dog worked on the mines in Western Australia. It was a sheep station – with over 3,000 sheep, all flyblown and cancerous. The wool industry didn't provide enough money to to make a living, so in order to survive, the crown land was leased out to drilling companies in the event of finding ‘gold in them, there hills.’ The stationhand was appropriately named Neville – the charm