Horses grazing lazily by out amongst the long grass sighing in the wind. The near pop of a leaf sprouting through tilled earth. A creek of the deck as subtle close to silent feet glide towards a large sagging hammock. The smell of warm slightly musky earthy air coming down the hill side out of the bush and rocks. A small splash as a bird flits on the still river trying to catch his lunch. A raw crab apple crunching in sourness as a little juice runs down a chin and the air sucked between teeth trying to catch it.
— Thomas Merryweather
Clive SomervilleComment