This story is about recalling those sensory moments when, as a child, you see, hear, taste, feel, smell, and experience everything around you as a rich orchestral tapestry. These days in the dry, dusty bush left Heather with memories of pleasure around a loving family, wide open spaces, and the joy of life. This story is set on a special part of the Mallee, on a station called Nowingi, where Heather’s maternal grandfather, Hugh Johns, worked, including taming wild horses ready for riding, and her grandmother, Winifred Foreman, cooked the biggest tastiest apple pies for the shearers and her family.
