The rutted track meandered along the rear of expensive suburban villas and opened onto a cleared plateau in the midst of Sydney bush. The north shore of Sydney is riddled with landscape like this. Along the track snuck gas-guzzling 4WDs like visions from a consumerist past, each towing a horse-float fit for two!
A Sunday post-election gymkhana for the 'haves'. Walking the course, obtaining the judging rules, sipping over-roasted coffee, wisps of steam gleaming in the early morning sun. Mummies and daddies and teenage girls busy themselves with grooming and braiding, tufts of hay and huddled tactics.
Familiarity breeds contempt of the natural beauty around them - the bush turkeys scratching their way out of the gullies, the magnolia unfolding in the pre-spring warmth.
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