There is a nature reserve behind my house, which previously been only
know due to the stream that my housemates have named body drop creek. I'm sure
I don't need to explain how that name came about, but safe to say that we had
always given the reserve a wide berth. But recently my very brave housemate
decided to go for a run in the sunshine.
And actually went in.
I waited by the door expecting to have the police drag her body back out
for me, but they didn't and she
came back in one piece. And from her life threatening expedition, she bought
back tales of this wondrous place.
Long stretches of elegant silver gums, a wild life reserve and although
I think she was pulling my leg, a fully stocked farm. There was only one way to
make sure she wasn't lying. And that was to check it out for myself.
Braced with a rape whistle and a small illegal can of pepper spray, I
made my way out.
And lo and behold, my housemate was not lying.
In the midst of our outer city suburb, we have over an hundred and fifty
hectare park on our door step. And we had never been there before. I walked for
over an hour and didn’t see a single of the sighs my housemate had flagged –
but I did find a glum looking pair of sheep chilling between the gum trees.
I love finding places like this. I didn’t grow up in the city, but I too
quickly adjusted to the noise of streaming traffic, tram rattling past and the
constant reminder that you are never alone. But today, just by getting out there
in the trees, I was able to forget about the rest of the world for just a
second and have some time to myself. Prue, undisrupted bliss.
Kathleen x
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