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Lake Elizabeth, deep in the Otways

“It’s dusk. You’re canoe-gliding across a remote forest-fringed lake, the air bristling with birdcalls and eucalyptus aromas. From the water, skeletal grey tree trunks claw for the sky. Your guide gestures towards a ripple and (at last) you’ve got what you came for … a platypus encounter in the wild.” It’s months since I wrote… Continue reading Lake Elizabeth, deep in the Otways