It was a glorious spring morning and the perfect day for a drive. Del passed through the tiny town of Tingo and took the turn-off onto Bangalow Road. The road wound through steep green paddocks until half an hour later it was swallowed by tall timber. Thick stands of subtropical rainforest trees towered into the blue sky above. In places, the tangle of broad leaves and matted branches blocked out the sun.
Finally, she crossed the narrow bridge over Cedar Creek, and after a few minutes she saw the familiar line of lilly pillies she was looking for. ‘We’re here, Tiny.’
She pulled up at the white timber gate. A s******g new sign to the left read ‘Journey’s End Rainforest Nursery’. The letters were surrounded by hand-painted flowers, foliage and a prick-eared dingo head, all drawn with great
