Winter is here, or was here today. Late in the afternoon the rain and wind dropped for long enough that we headed out for a walk — off around the southern end of the suburb and to complete a project… finally, after almost six months, I’ve completed the photographing of ! The Cherry Tree was the last of the lot, but always seemed to be in an out of the way location when I went out and about.

Along the way we ventured past the Corroboree tree, a relic of the original inhabitants of the area. The first time Jo and I came looking for this tree we couldn’t find it, notes on one map show it to be on the other side of the railway line! The poor old tree is long dead, a burnt stump held together by concrete and steel bolts — I presume that while it was important to them at the time, the aborigines would chose a new corroboree tree when their old one crumbled…