The roads hug the coast in Douglas Shire, steep rocky cliffs running along sandy beaches, like a tropical Great Ocean Road. Turning away from the ocean here you do not see mountain ash and tree ferns, but dense green walls of sugar cane, neatly clipped and standing to attention like a sailor’s crew cut. 820 more words
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‘We’re going on the Bloomfield Track.’
My spine tingled just a little at these words.
I’d heard of it.
I hang on for dear life. 224 more words