Personally King Island had a completely different history from the one I wrote in my last Auz post. To me it was a fascinating island because it could be reached on foot at low tide. Originally called Yerra-bin by the Aboriginal people of Quandamooka (Moreton Bay), the name was later changed to King.
When I returned to Wellington Point many years later, I was thrilled to discover the tide was out and like other wanderers ahead of me, I was drawn along the sandbar. Ibis scoured the mudflats thrusting their long curved beaks into the sand in search of yabbies and soldier crabs hiding in the many holes covering the mudflats. Underfoot were bits of broken coral from the reef offshore that was part of Moreton Bay Marine Park.
When I reached the island, she-oak and cotton trees shaded the higher path that cross the island. The lower trail was fringed with mangroves. Both walkways took no longer than a few minutes to transverse. Strangely, I didn’t remember any of these details from my childhood, only the long walk to the island. I once imagined the tide would rise before I returned to the mainland and I’d be imprisoned on the island.