It is wild and yet tamed … mystical and organic …luxurious and raw … peaceful. It’s soul calls you from the wilderness. It is tranquil and quiet, yet filled with the caucophany of insect hum and bird song. And there her spirit lurks on the edge of the forest stillness, her thylacine eyes gazing upon the wallabies as they feed in the grassy clearing. Invisible now, but her ghost haunts the dusk as Van Diemen Rise beckons … come … stay … rest. It is all I imagined and so much more…