Chapter 21
Drake was late. Matt waited for him on the verandah, with sandwiches and a lunchtime beer. He loved Mondays, when the park was closed to visitors. Binburra stretched out before him, basking in the warmth of the early summer afternoon. Though a shelf of dark sky building in the south said the sunshine wouldn’t last. He’d enjoy it while he could. A light morning rain had left the bush gardens sparkling and fragrant. Animals and birds were out enjoying the sunshine. Even nocturnal devils lay sunbaking on the grass of their pens. They had nothing to fear in this peaceful place.
In the distance, proud purple peaks rose into a sky of brilliant blue – a view unchanged for thousands of years. Time had stood still here. One-hundred-and-fifty years ago, his forefather, naturalist Daniel
