My Friends This Landscape
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‘A spacious walking meditation on place by an attentive and courageously permeable writer who has come to love this island as intensely as those of us bound to it by birth and ancestry and who has allowed its presence to inhabit and inform the quietly assured cadences of her verse and prose. Journeys of the spirit, landscapes of the mind a
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My Friends This Landscape - Anne Collins
My Friends This Landscape
Anne Collins
Ginninderra PressMy Friends This Landscape
ISBN 978 1 76041 600 3
Copyright © text Anne Collins 2011
Cover from a photograph by Anne Collins
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2011
Reprinted 2018
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Contents
Lines of Vision
Making Tracks
Albert Road, Moonah
Marion Bay (1)
Marion Bay (2)
At Bicheno
Myrtle Shadows and Jigsaw Clouds
Kelly’s Steps
Beneath a Wild Tangle
The Hill
Leaving Lake St Clair
Mount Field Shadows
Three Jewels
The Mountain
Acknowledgements
Lines of Vision
I nestle into this house owned by Parks at Cockle Creek, it is late afternoon. Sitting on the arm of the chair near the window, my eyes follow the shoreline along the south-eastern corner of Rocky Bay to the sculpture of the Southern Right Whale calf. From here it looks like a kangaroo in mid-hop. Close to shore a small boat with a mast is turning around in the wind. In the foreground a sign on the grassy verge indicates Private Residence 839. It refers to the old, low-slung cottage next to it, but this dwelling is not in my line of vision nor in my imagination. Instead I see sign, boat and water.
At the far end of the beach on the other side of the bridge, near the entrance to Cockle Creek, another sign nailed to a jetty instructs Private Do Not Use. You can walk onto the rocks that the structure is attached to, but not the jetty itself, left most of the time unused and weathered by the wind and the salt water. This do not use exclusivity stands absurdly exposed in such vast, wild space. Meanwhile, the other piece of private property continues its graceful turns back and forth on the water. Campers arrive in the dimming light. At my back a south-westerly gale is on its way.
This is the island of wind chorus. Inside I watch dark trees dance to the wind’s night tune. I am glad for the warm fire and my pot of soup on the stove. This is a place of testing strength and weakness – can’t have a chorus of trees without a wind at your back pushing you along, the wild romance out there full of rain and temper-tantrum squall, full of itself, raging around, owning the place. This is one kind of night, perhaps like the one described by Labillardière and his crew, but unlike them I’m not huddled on the bank of the South Cape Rivulet in the soaking rain.
This is a listening kind of night. A gale stirs up its own dread, reminds you – doesn’t it? – of one’s ultimate, solitary task. I’d rather be alone here than alone in a city full of people. There’s news that another friend is dying. A gale tells you that you’re not always in charge. This Cockle Creek place once held me in its grip. I can hold it better in my imagination than out there where the wind conducts the proceedings, where the gale stirs up all that is mostly kept in place.
Living the night. Take your cue from the sound of the wind. Tree shadows lurch. I research memory here near Recherche Bay on the edge of candlelit history. I forget to speak, remember who I am, who you are, beyond all the details that keep us too often on the move. Living the night.
Researching memory: I remember the large trees along Planters Beach. So many are now dead. And an old green cottage by the pines instead of the two modern houses now hooked up to satellite dishes. Memory collides with reality, yet our lives are reduced to memory, shaped by it; memory becomes us, fiction flatters fact.
Walking along that stretch sectioned into five beaches, you are now asked to respect the hooded plovers, to leave the shells and seaweed on the sand. Collecting cockles is no longer allowed – it’s public property not for the taking. Then from the last beach you enter a woven tunnel of tea-tree on the way to Fisher’s Point, its fairy-story path soft and spongy underfoot, leading irresistibly onwards to the whitest of light at the end. Ferns and mosses decorate its edge with splashes of green, while the curved lines of cutting grass bunch in to the side. On a hot day you would linger in the cool here.
I remember we camped at Bolton’s Green and strolled along these shores at Rocky Bay, the breeze caressing our salty skins. Our equipment was basic but a summer’s day and the stretch of white sand