03/06/2026
I miss this kind of green. 💚
Not garden green. Not neatly trimmed hedge green.
Otways green.
The kind that covers everything. Tree ferns taller than houses. Moss creeping over fallen logs. Damp leaves underfoot. Green so deep and layered that it almost feels impossible that nature could create this many shades of the same colour.
My favourite colour has always been blue, but every time I find myself back in the Otways I start questioning that.
We used to own a little gorgeous property in Birregurra and, particularly at this time of year, I miss it more than I can explain.
Winter settles differently in the rainforest. The air is cold and heavy. Everything is damp. The tracks are muddy. Your shoes never quite dry out.
And yet it’s magic.
I loved wandering through the forest with my family and my camera, following tracks we’ve never walked before, looking for glowworms, stopping to admire a fern or a fallen tree as though we’ve never seen one before.
Maybe it’s because I spent time here as a child, but there is something about the smell of a rainforest floor that instantly transports me. Earthy, wet, rich and familiar. It feels like nostalgia, even if I can’t quite explain why.
Some places ask nothing of you except that you slow down enough to notice them.
The Otways has always been one of those places for me. 💚
