THE
LURE OF THE WILD
I arrived in Australia in February 1987. I came straight from London
to Tamborine Mountain. Half my luck, as they say here.
I was bowled over by the natural abundance of the place – the
brilliant colours of the birds and the size and profuse growth of the
vegetation.
I had not long been in the country when I visited nearby Lamington National
Park and went for a walk on one of its many trails. Someone I happened
to tell of my visit, remarked that there were gorges and gullies in
the park that no human foot had trodden.
This had an enormous impact on me.
Also in those early days, I took my five year -old son on a car trip
north along the coast and then west into the interior. The look of the
land impressed me deeply, particularly the immense flat expanses where
the appearance of a solitary tree became a notable event.
As you fly for hour after hour over Australia’s vast, trackless
and empty centre – containing minimal evidence of human existence
– you realise that humanity, with its sparse population, only
has a toehold in this country, overwhelmingly crowding the coastline
of this huge landmass.
And then it hit me. Until I came to Australia, where the energy of the
earth beats so powerfully, I had known only civilisation.
All of Europe is effectively overlaid by its veneer, even nature. And
there are other parts of the world where this applies, if not to the
same extent. In Australia wildness is always close by.
The world’s deadliest spider is found on Tamborine Mountain, as
are some of its most venomous snakes. There are numerous creatures and
plants that will hurt you. Fortunately they can all be easily avoided,
but their presence adds a real zest to life which is lacking where civilisation
holds sway.
I saw that civilisation represents a loss of connected-ness to the earth.
I grew up loving the culture of Europe, its art, music, literature and
architecture, its science and inventions. I loved the scenery and nature.
And I still do – yet in Europe I never encountered wildness nor
felt that energy.
More than the culture of Europe, whose museums, galleries, libraries,
cathedrals, palaces, opera houses and their contents are substitutes
for being able to feel the energy of the earth, I love the flora and
fauna of Australia.
There can be no denying the fondness for the bush which most Australians
would admit to, even if it is not as profound as the feeling which the
aboriginal Australians have for the land. But, ironically, people who
have lived all their lives in Australia may not be as conscious of the
wildness and energy of the place as I am, particularly if they have
not had the opportunity to encounter civilisation as I have described
it.
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