I spend several evenings a week in my ‘happy place’. It is a short walk, where I meander through Albany’s coastal heath and experience stunning views of the ocean and rugged coast.
Despite only living in Albany for six years, it feels like home. During my walk, formative memories that are etched into the landscape surface. Growing up, Albany was our go-to holiday destination and where both my parents were from. It’s a familiar and powerful place.
Mostly it’s just me and nature on the track. The swish and crash of the ocean roar in between pockets of dense scrub. Under the canopy, I might be joined by the flittering of a wren or a New Holland Honeyeater. I’m amazed by the heath’s protection against the elements. It’s like the bushes are also bunkered down, trying to get out of the wind.
Now, a thriving marine sanctuary, I see in the distance what was once the town’s whaling station. Here, nature has bounced back and continues to go on without negotiation.
On a lucky day, I’ll spot a sea eagle, a pod of dolphins or a solo seal. The intrinsic beauty and historical context of this walk reminds me of what we are obligated to protect.
I came across Bush Heritage when Bob was first buying blocks of old-growth forest in the Liffey Valley.