This afternoon the bush track is different. I know it well, I walk here two or three times a week, and yet I am suddenly uncertain which turn leads where. My steps have become tentative, feet threatening to roll on the uneven ground; eyes darting left and right; hands out ready for a fall; breath coming a little heavier; ears half-listening for threat.
Autumn storm clouds gather over the D'Entrecasteaux Channel, Tasmania
An autumn snowfall blankets the Walls of Jerusalem National Park, Tasmania
Autumn and winter: fine for fungi, as here in Mt Field National Park, Tasmania