Walking on Sunshine

Griffith Review

Edition 52 Imaging the Future – ‘Notes from the Frontier’


AROUND SEVEN YEARS ago I found myself in the position where, for the first time, I could consider not just owning my own home but building a new one. I had a piece of land on a mountainside on the south coast of New South Wales – a bush block my husband had bought cheap years before. I secured a line of credit with the bank, and approval from the local council to build. It was an exquisite place: sweeps of tall spotted gums rising above clusters of deep green Burrawang palms; a population of shy, darting lyrebirds and unworried swamp wallabies; a line of sight out to the Tasman Sea that would only ever skim forest canopy; all within striking distance of Sydney and Canberra.