'In Tasmania's Central Plateau the day has reached its hottest. An intensely blue sky is broken only by a few mares' tails clouds. As I stoop to scoop water from a creek the air shimmers around me. Highland water satisfies. as always, but I crave shade. Spotting a small stand of pencil pines nearby. I crunch my way towards it through dry scrub. push low past the pines' scented foliage. and crawl into the deep green sanctuary of the miniature forest.'
(Introduction)