The children are running across the riverbed, kicking and flicking sand in their wake. Their squeals and screams echo down the corridor of the dry creek embankments.
The sound of children playing in the Australian Bush overrides the chorus of birds and reptiles all flying, slithering or crawling away from their delightful innocent sounds.
‘Time to cut up the watermelon,’ one child yells out – not sure which one of the 12 kids. It’s just like Pavlov’s dog, with the mere mention of ‘watermelon’ and they all come running.
Wearing his battered Akubra, my brother is on watermelon duty. The rich red flesh is a contrast against the parched earthy tones which surround us. Juice is dribbling down their arms, children are gabbling and laughing after throwing frizbees and running up and down the sandy bed playing tiggy.
Aussie Bush as Backdrop
They don’t notice the majestic paperbarks, ironbark, poplar gums and other eucalypts
as a backdrop; or the sculptured river bank, or parts of the floor bed like cracked tiles forming their playground’s enclosure. How lucky to have this open space to run, play and hide, right at their backyard, in the Aussie bush.
City Cousins & Country Cousins
The city cousins recently visited their country cousins. No technology was allowed out here in the bush. Games were simple, using a dry creek bed and later back at the house, they tucked into a barbecue dinner and marshmallows around a campfire. They had the best time ever in nature’s backyard. Many wonderful memories were made and many cousinly friendships continue, until they reunite for their next adventure.