“On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers.”
“Stradbroke, an island that was once stocked with natural beauty: the rocks of Point Lookout at the far end of the island, and the sea smashing its boiling foams against the rock base, ferns and flowers growing in abundance.”