'I wander up the creek with my two boys. Vincent and Santiago. They run ay to wade in the water, climb on the boulders, move the rocks to make paddling pools, offer hands as landing pads for dragon flies and scan the water for galaxiids. I find a warm rock to sit on for a moment before they demand my participation. I see my face reflecting on the glassy surface. framed by overhanging eucalypt branches. I try to see Sand's face reflecting back at me, and then Vincent's. I look up to watch them revel in this place they love as my mind wanders.' (Introduction)