Ayers Rock to Uluru

At last I'm going to retrace my journey to Ayers Rock. It is forty years since I've been there. What will have changed? Will we once again have to deal with a plaque of mice or will the ever increasing numbers of feral cats have solved that problem? I roll over in bed, carefully place my feet on the floor and gaze out at a night softened Carrum. Are we being sensible? Both of us are on a stack of tablets, both have hip replacements. But the burning desire is there. To again go Outback, to journey to the heart of Australia. Once called Ayers Rock. Now by the indigenous name of Uluru.