The Murray, near Renmark. Near the Messrs Chaffey's irrigation scheme. River looks healthy enough now but we know a drought's coming.
Ma and Pa know the scheme will fail. They'll have to leave soon too, go back to the orchard in Bendigo, sit out the depression there or move on.
But I have to go now, to try and find her. To try and make amends. After those two letters, it's the only thing I know I have to do.
The right thing to do