In 1967 I was transferred to a one-teacher school in the area known, by some, as: _Hay, Hell and Booligal. Although it was colleague who was sent to Booligal, which I ever visited only once (Like Maude, I saw a pub and a one-teacher school building – That’s all.).
The American expression of one-horse-town was so apt. At least in those days.
During the last part of my stay, in Maude, via Hay, I was boarding 12 miles away from the school, on a property off the main highway.
The area is absolutely flat. In my little v.w., I would see trucks coming many, many miles in the distance, being the only thing moving, and starting off first as a tiny dot, gradually turning into two headlights and eventually thundering past, perhaps carrying a big load of cattle.