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It’s been quite a few years since we lived in this area and as such we have been discovering and rediscovering our surroundings. From parks we visited as newlyweds, to shops we once frequented when renovating our first house. It’s interesting to note what has remained the same and all that has changed. And in the midst of this exploration there are new discoveries, like the Brisbane Koala Bushland.

Dave surprised us with an impromptu visit and hand in hand we wandered the 1.4km track through the bush and to the creek eyes ever skyward, hoping to catch a glimpse of a koala sleeping in the fork of a tree. Try as hard as we might to find them, the koalas eluded us. The only sign of them, their claw marks scarring the trunks of trees. Instead the kookaburras and lizards vied for our attention, a turtle sunned itself on a log and a lace monitor hurriedly scampered from track to tree right in front of us. The colours of the Australian bush, the eucalyptus, the squiggly bark, the brown river, all seemed vaguely familiar and comforting, after a lifetime spent wandering through similar bush.

I’m so very grateful for days like these.