Some mornings when we have been inside a cloud, as it rises it leaves us lightly damp and not yet sunlit, but the valleys below me are bright.
I imagine the wallaby inhabitants down there looking up to see the cloud cap lifting off my mountain.
I can also imagine that my tree-rimmed clearing is perched on the edge of the world.
And it often does feel like our own remote world, just me and the wallabies and the roos and the teeming other creatures that share this refuge with us.
The kangaroos are the big bosses here, especially the males. I take care not to approach or look too interested in roo families, for fear the blokes will feel obliged to flex those impressive shoulder muscles to prove who’s tops.
Amongst the feeding wallabies this male is alone, which is usual, but as I posted a few weeks ago, one family is feeding together frequently. In the damp preceding day I had seen them again, a bedraggled but still tight nuclear trio.
