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Hidden away on a gravel road a bit past Warburton in the Yarra Ranges is a plantation of California Redwoods that seems so isolated that it supports my theory that nature can either soothe your soul or give you the heebie jeebies. Of course, these things can depend on your state of mind and whether you’re alone or not.  Where the wild things are... There’s about 1,500 trees here, all planted in neat rows like massive sentries, reaching over 60 metres towards the sky, and the ground is carpeted with a thick sponge of old leaves. It dulls the sound of the outside world (and footsteps.....), leaving only birdsong and squeaking bats, and it pre-dates The Redwoods in Beech Forest (that’s the one in the Otways...did you miss that post? It's here) by almost ten years. There’s a stillness and symmetry to the forest that makes it easy to believe you’re the only person alive, until a carload of twixters with nothing better to do turn up and start chasing each other around, screeching like banshees. I understand the need for fresh air and exercise and I commend them for partaking of both, but the yelling and squealing has me stumped. Maybe it’s their way of releasing pent up anger at their rising Uni debts, crap job market, housing in-affordability and the fact that avocados can be up to $5 each. These things affect me too, but I don’t run around a forest screaming about it. Young people are strange. Anyway, this is two visits to the forest: the first occurred with Flashie a while back and the second was a solo visit to get some more photos of the twiggy nests. At least until the twixters turned up. Local artist David Digapony has a bit of a thing for weaving new stuff out of old stuff, and a particular knack for making magical unicorn portals out of fallen tree branches. On these visits there were only dragon nests, which I've decided are essentially portals having a bit of a lie down instead of standing up between trees.  Not a real dragon...
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