Okay, it was no walk through the untamed wild, but it was through the bush, albeit along a well-trodden track. Still, it was an enjoyable trudge among majestic eucalyts, racking my brains for the names of flowers and avoiding at all costs having enormous orb-weavers in your hair. The peaceful river below, with it's dozen pint-size beaches was just begging to be canoed upon. I love the fresh air and the faint smell of clay and modestly perfumed blooms. It's lovely to know that though I have an endless sprawl of suburbia before me, I have a wilderness at my back.
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