A bushwalk is improvised

It’s early September, the birds are going crazy, butterflies, dragonflies and goannas are on the move. After a fair walk it is magical to see the colours of the Creek appear.

Indigenous peoples walk for a purpose, to get from a to b, or to hunt and gather. The bushwalk (like flâneurism) is a recent artform.

Just metre away, an Osprey glances at us then looks back to the waters.

Usually the lagoon is enclosed but the sea has broken through recently, as it does.

We get back and look what’s waiting for us, a rare visitor, normally keeping to the forest here.