A motley little herd we straggled through the bush fumbling for the story it was trying to tell. Pete the Permie was told to keep his knowledge to himself and let us stumble along, his eyes bulging at our blank faces. We were perhaps the greenest (as in clueless) of the whole course when it came to knowledge of what weeds mean and although we were quite good at observing (that tree is dead! that one too!) we had no idea why it was so. Animal and human activity was easier to unravel and we were quite pleased with our discovery of old chainsaw marks that we concluded was people pinching fire wood and flattened grass and kangaroo droppings never incited so much enthusiasm before. Steve our benevolent guide perhaps wasn’t blown away by our bush skills, but with his gentle prodding we were perhaps able to get more out of our wander than those who just traipsed through showing off what they already knew, well that’s what we like to believe anyway.