If you’ve never been in a sandstorm, then you don’t know what you’re in for.
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Acting Sergeant Laurelin Gratton is the new Officer in Charge for Dajarra, and was recently welcomed to the area by a sandstorm.
“We see the storm rise, we see the storm fall, and then we just got smashed with sand,” Acting Sergeant Gratton said.
“We had arrived at Urandangie, and we were sitting on the verandah of the hotel talking to locals, when the storm started to come across, we watched the storm rise, and then it fell, and then we just got smashed with sand.
“We were lulled in to a false sense of ‘its gone’, but no, it wasn’t gone. Everyone else covered their faces, they saw it coming. We just didn’t realise what was going to happen next, the sand went sideways, it was like being sandblasted.”
When asked what it was like to be sand blasted Acting Sergeant Gratton said it was just a lot of rocks and sand.
“I was the picking it out, it was in our shirts, it was in my hair, we had just put on sunscreen, so we had sand in that,” Acting Sergeant Gratton said.
“It was one of those moments, like going to the beach, sand gets in everywhere, except I didn’t even have the benefits of the beach.”
Acting Sergeant Gratton has now come to realise that sand storms are just a normal part of life in Dajarra.
“They come up regularly and it just blows sand at such a great rate,” Sergeant Gratton said.
“I just happened to be in a stupid spot that day.
“One night at Dajarra, you could see the sand moving in the street lights, it lasted for 20 minutes, but others might last for one minute.”