I'd always seen the Port River estuary  and the Le  Fevre Peninsula as in-between lands or edge lands. I'd always imagined as existing  on the edge of town: a site earmarked for industrial development that never happened. I'd seen it as the wasteland on the border of a city, derelict land so damaged by the pollution from industrial development that it was incapable of beneficial use without further treatment.

Edgelands are familiar yet ignored spaces which are neither city nor countryside.  They are the half-rural, half urban nothingness,  or raw and rough wasteland ton the fringes of the city and, as  a desolate, forsaken netherworld whose existence goes unacknowledged, they stand in marked contrast to the tamed countryside or farmland. 

Edgelands have traditionally  have been without any signifier, an untranslated, ignored  landscape between the duality of rural and urban landscape.They often  lie on the  border of the suburban fringe and seen as blots on the landscape until they are developed for suburban housing, industry or shopping centres. 

 Edgelands, by and large, are not meant to be seen, except perhaps as a blur from a car window as we hurry towards the countryside  or the coast in search of wilderness and communion with nature; or  as an ignored and  forgotten  backdrop to our most routine and mundane activities.

Sometimes the edgelands can result in nature reclaiming agricultural land because the low grade land and the lack of water could not support faming or agriculture.  An example of this kind of rural hinterland  is the South Australian Mallee landscape that lies beyond the Eastern Mt Lofty Ranges and the farm land bordering the River Murray. 

The Malle landscape is undulating, sandy, covered by thick scrub, limestone  and it is nearly devoid of surface water because of very low rainfall. The land was difficult to penetrate and inhospitable. It was developed through the soldier settlements from WW1 and WW2. 
Most of these failed. Many of the soldier settlers  simply walked off the land back to the large towns and cities.  

The Malle landscape bears the traces of  dreams that became nightmares.