A blur of red shows my walking companion’s jacket as the track leads through heath. The track is wide yet to me she appears stuck in thick bush. The winding path is deceiving much like a magician’s tricks. How did a walker suddenly emerge unscathed from the bushes? In the same way that a rabbit emerges from a hat! Solid heath, strong woody branches, keeping us on the track, keeping the native animals safe. Textures are tough, colours muted, birdsong is a children’s party as tiny birds flurry from one hiding place to another, their sanctuary. So much to see, hear, and the air smells clean, fresh, a touch of salt.
