Some people hate being alone. Others, like me, find they need time alone to restore their equanimity. Today I took a solitary walk through a scrap of scrubland behind the beach. It is a place that reminds me of the wild places I played in as a young child. These days I find most scrubland like this is fenced off and the only access is along signposted paths of gravel. This is one of the few places I’ve discovered along this stretch of coast where I can wander barefoot through ti-tree scrub on overgrown sandy trails. Already the signs are there that this bit of scrub will soon go the way of the rest of the coast. There are new access stairs and the paths are being widened by cutting back the trees with chain saws.
Maybe it was a sense that this wild bushland may not last much longer or maybe it was the intense week I’ve just, for something quickened my awareness.
For a brief while it was as if I saw through the eyes of the child I once was and I wandered once again on the threshold of fairyland.
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