One of the things that never fails to amuse me about living in Australia is the highly imaginative names that are given to all sorts of natural and man-made objects. Those mountains have got snow on them. Let’s call them the Snowy Mountains. There’s a bloody big stretch of sand over there. We’ll call it the Great Sandy Desert. There’s a highway named Bruce and a river named Murray. Like I said, there’s no shortage of imagination round these parts.
On a road trip from Adelaide to Melbourne recently we stopped for a coffee in Mount Gambier, a large town near the border between South Australia and Victoria. I knew nothing about the place but my friend suggested that we had to go and see the famous Blue Lake which sits in the crater of an extinct volcano at one end of town. The wind was chilly and the information signs were lacking in … well … information, but it was absolutely worth a look. Even without useful signage, though, two things were for certain. It was a lake. And it was undoubtedly blue.
That good old Aussie naming convention comes to the fore again.