May 28
Safely inside, finding solace surrounded by bees, spiderwebs, and tiny ‘Bertie’ beetles clinging to my fingers. Wonders wander through this ecological cave as I sniff the clean bush air. Underfoot are the rings of rotting wood and the sharp smell of Balga fronds, snapped and strewn to form a new ground beneath my feet. Crouching, chewing sour grass and making bitter grapefruit faces under the canopy of the Woolly Bush