T-Team the Younger–Belair National Park

While our parents reclined on their deckchairs or woollen blankets, nursing their full stomachs of too much cheese sandwiches, bratwurst and apple kuchen, my brother Richard and I asked if we could go for a walk.
‘Don’t go too far,’ Mum said.
‘Don’t get lost,’ Dad said. ‘Look after your little sister.’
‘Yes, I will,’ Richard who had just turned ten said. I was five.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (52)

‘Yes, I get it. I didn’t want to hurt you.’ Günter leaned closer and gently brushed his hand across my cheek. I clasped his hand in mine. Usually at this point of the relationship, I return the hand to its owner and proceed to give the owner a lecture based on the ground rules of too much physical familiarity breeds regret and that based on my Christian principals… However, in the case of Günter, and I guess Fox back in Strahan, my principals had taken a hike, and my presence of mind had joined them. I regretted what happened in Strahan.

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The T-Team with Mr. B (28)

At Haasts Bluff station we filled up with petrol, water, and supplies to last us in this virgin land. We were going where not many people, except the Indigenous, had gone before. Upon entering the land belonging to these people; there would be no shops, no houses, and no roads. To salute our departure from civilisation, we bought something to eat and drink. I ate a meat pie.

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The T-Team with Mr B (24)

We continued to bump over the rocks and sand where two-wheel drive vehicles fear to tread. Dad recalled his days travelling by donkey along this same track when he explored Palm Valley with his Arunda students.
‘O-oh!’ Dad uttered as the Rover’s underside scraped over some boulders.

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Aussie Summer Tales (1)

I squinted and studied the two colourful blobs on the sandhill. ‘Er, how d’ya know they’re residents?’ I asked Monica.

Monica splashed me. ‘Well, just look at them! It’s a hundred degrees and they’re dressed in clothes.’

I sighed and began to wade out the water.

‘Minna! What? You’re not going! They might be dangerous!’ Monica begged after me but did not move from her safe spot.

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