The flying vet over Arnhem Land, Northern Territory.
Then Peter and Trish get to work and I stand by with the bucket to collect any odd testicles and bits of ovary that might come my way. The process evokes nostalgic reminiscences from the crew. Basil had once photographed a horse being castrated in Kalgoorlie, Fraser had been the sound recordist when Tom Vernon, having watched a castration in Argentina, was offered the testicles fried for supper that evening. When I ask if anyone amongst us has ever eaten them Steve nods modestly.
Aboriginal boys give me directions.