The path to the police station is lined with palm trees. Its pitched corrugated-iron roof glints in the sun. Its lawns are neatly mown. Just down the road is a parallel universe, the main drag of Nimbin, with its psychedelic storefront murals, lingering marijuana smoke in the street, dreadlocks, beads and long greying hair. A free spirit, Lois Roberts used to come here, to this alternative world, most days.
“She was such a sweet woman,” says Michael Balderstone, president of the Nimbin Hemp Embassy, a local landmark. “A sweet energy. There was a real innocence about her, with her freckly face, she was just a very lovable and loved person here in this community, and very vulnerable.”
On the evening of July 31, 1998, at about 5.30pm, Lois, 39, had…
