When walking along the forest tracks, I am usually so busy keeping my eyes directed downwards for snakes—and currently for the rare dry strips between the puddles—that I don’t often look up to the treetops.
And besides, to do so I’d have to stop, which is when the army of leeches gets its chance.
‘Up and at’ er!’ comes the order, and within seconds the troops are climbing up my gumboots.
But last week I did stop, and in all the years I’ve driven past this spot, I’ve never noticed this particular angophora tree.
Angophoras twist and turn by nature, but I haven’t seen one pout before!