My home is a tiny cottage, surrounded by the Australian bush, loads of wildlife, and just enough people for it to feel neighbourly, but not so many people that you feel uncomfortable wandering around taking photographs in your pyjamas and a pair of flip-flops. There’s always something interesting going on and when I hear the resident kookaburra family start to roar with laughter, I try to head outside, as it usually signals that an event worth looking at is about to unfold.
Continue Reading with Magzter GOLD
Log-in, if you are already a subscriber
Get unlimited access to thousands of curated premium stories and 5,000+ magazines
READ THE ENTIRE ISSUE