The reception at my farm, 150km north of Perth, 25km south of Moora and on the main road, has varied reception depending on the sun, moon, clouds, wind, rain, fairies, dragons and other mythical creatures.
If you can get a signal, don’t move an inch or even turn around or it drops out.
Funny thing is reception is guaranteed if you stand inside the “Taj Mahal on the Moore” (a tin shed converted to a “ahem” house) at the kitchen window (leaning over the sink so your ear is just about touching the glass), walk outside to the other side of the window, nothing.
200 metres either side of the property, 2 bars of reception.
I’m sure the last owner buried a Russian nuclear submarine (along with all the empty beer bottles) somewhere within the boundaries 



Gav
1985 110 Dual Cab 4.6 R380 ARB Lockers (currently NIS due to roof kissing road)
1985 110 Station Wagon 3.5 LT85 (unmolested blank canvas)
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