In Bermagui public school there is a grand old tree growing in the middle of it’s playground. I have always loved this tree, it reminds me of the kind of tree that would grow in Tolkien’s Mirkwood forrest. When I was in year three, Scott and I played cars at it’s base.
We made camouflaged Batcave’s for our cars by placing sticks between buttress roots and covering them with leaves and soil. In the company of this grand old tree, we were lost in our own imagination and a thousand miles from the school yard politics of footy and kiss and catch.