The Colour of Sky

It’s a beautiful piece of coastline. Stoney beaches, caves and rocks with holes big enough to walk through. Cliffs sparsely dotted with trees clinging to the gravelly undergrowth, bent and twisted into the shaped by the prevailing winds that mould them. As a kid, I sat in this very same spot, amongst the trees looking …

Don’t talk to trees

One of the scariest things I did as a kid was to tell a tree my secret. I was eight years old and spent a lot of time in the bush with my cousins. We camped there, sometimes under a makeshift shelter made of ferns and branches. Other times in half pitched saggy tents and …