Carparks and frivolous placemaking?
Trailing the dog, I jog into the beach side carpark in the early autumn dusk. The place is typical of Bass Coast’s remote beaches, a secluded patch of gravel cut into the scrubby dunes.
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Category: Sketch #7: Bunurong Coast Ruminations
A collection of mixed-media ruminations reflecting on my visitation, observation and storytelling of Bunurong Coast histories.
Rewilding Wreck Beach Farm
Fences delineate once-open plains, tracks and trails have been tarred, diesel fumes catch on the breeze, trees have been felled and burnt, and ‘for sale’ signs accompany the front gate of every second property.
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Runkeeper, Wreck Beach Farm and Cow Shit resistant running shoes
run through the paddocks of Wreck Beach Farm, mobile phone in hand. Near on 132 acres of beautiful scrub on the Bunurong Coast. Need to pay attention, the ground is a little treacherous, pock-marked with hoof-prints, rabbit holes and wombat warrens.
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