I am poised, the air is still disturbed only by the ceaseless chatter of parrots. In the trees birds scuttle around the branches like mice. There are innumerable wrens that flit between the bushes. Tiny honey eaters poke their beaks into flowers and hover on delicate beating wings. The forest moves with insect life which strikes up quickly and fades as I move. Untidy gum trees seemingly in a permanent state of reptilian slough, leave their discarded bark hanging from newly emerged silvery trunks. A complete collection of odours, musty, damp, eucalypt driven. A slowly trickling stream, numerous frogs croak, huge lazy tadpoles within its clear pools, dragon flies on their biplane wings skim the water, the busy ants and the distant laughter of a kookaburra, corralling magpies and the inevitable cries of crows - all these impressions a small part of this wonderful landscape.