I am trying to put my finger on the cause of this left-over
yearning following last weekend’s walk – an off-track meandering
along Five Day Creek in New England National Park. Back at the day job now,
the feeling is being fed by sounds of a power-saw in the industrial estate
across the highway, ambulances screaming in and out of the nearby hospital, the thousand trucks a day
roaring past on the highway: everyday things in this town, but not for a body
desperate to return to the wilderness it walked out of on Sunday.
