This is where we were. In the triangular-shaped forest that is covered with bats. We rowed our boat around the point of the green pyramid and then south-west towards the railway lines.
When we reached the railway lines back in 2013, we saw that the creek had become too overgrown with submerged foliage to continue, and so we turned around and rowed back a short way in the direction we came from.
Drawn to the shore and wanting to explore it, my brother and I disembarked somewhere towards the middle/tip of the pyramid on the western side of the triangle forest. We walked a short way in an easterly direction across the pyramid, and I lost Sam briefly in the forest.
The triangular island at Nanny Goat Hill is a very mysterious place.
11 years ago, when we returned to our boat and began our journey back towards home, something in the triangle forest has stayed with me ever since that day. My mind’s eye persistently wanders there, exploring the emerald green pillars of leaves with my brother.
