I have a thing for mangroves and mud. Perhaps it’s because of the days I followed in my father’s footsteps as he traipsed through mud catching crabs, sinking into the depths of the smooth, squelching ooze. Continue reading North Shore mudflats
Brisbane’s newer botanic gardens near Mt Cootha were no match for the city gardens with one boundary against the Brisbane River. I wandered under an old banyan fig tree planted in the 1870s, savouring the shade. It may have been a native of India, but its expansive foliage was perfect under Brisbane’s heat. Continue reading Where did it go?
There was something artistic about the large leaved mangrove of the wetland reserve located on the north side of Singapore Island. The roots curved over like bent backs grasping the muddy swamp beneath. Continue reading Sungei Buloh Wetland Mangrove Boardwalk
Following by Firth of Thames, I hiked north past mangroves undulating with the waves that surged against a rock barrier. Continue reading Thames Hiking Trail