Binna Burra in the springtime

Binna Burra in the springtime

The forest is full of birdsong and insects are buzzing on high. The trees are flushing new growth: so much bright, young, green. It lights up the darkness of the rainforest. A white-browed scrubwren hops along the forest floor from twig to fallen twig. Close to me,...
Bimblebox dreaming

Bimblebox dreaming

I’ve just spent more than a week living in a eucalypt woodland in central Queensland. For 8 days I saw no concrete, no bitumen. I didn’t check the internet, or watch any TV. I slept in a tent pitched on pale orange sand, with native grass tussocks all around, dried to...