Sunday was such a lovely day that it seemed a shame to spend it indoors, so a picnic was packed and off we went to the forest. It is a little bit of a drive from where I live, perhaps half hour or more, but the beauty that awaited was worth it. January this year, the forest was devastated by fires. It is estimated that three quarters of the forest had been lost, but still she stands regal and with pride. As I drove and walked through it, I could feel the energy of the place. It was strong and palpable. It may have lost so much of itself but its spirit was as strong as ever. Birds chirped, called and shrieked. Trees spoke in the wind, frogs sang and flowers bloomed. It was peaceful yet energising. It is slowly beginning to heal, to spark green again and although there are burned trees and devastated areas, the sprig of life beginning again gives hope that this old forest will one day again know its pre-fire glory.