It glides its head up the deck-slat in the morning light. This will be its only movement from the horizontal for four days, maybe the moment it realises that all its muscular sinuosity is not enough to lift the remains of its last meal which has settled in a great undigested lump. It rests its […]

Eurobodalla beaches: Honeysuckle Beach

Turning off North Head Rd near South Durras, I followed the dirt down to Honeysuckle Beach. No honeysuckle in sight, but then I remembered that honeysuckle was a name for banksias: the Ancestors steeped their flowers in water to make a sweet drink. Through the trees I could see a black beach and a sombre […]