My childhood haunt. I'd be lost up in the vast swathe of bush behind our house with my friend next door from dawn till dusk, coming home only for food. It's a lost time. I remember the colours, the smells, all the tiny things there were to discover amongst the trees, ferns, grass trees and sticks that stretched on forever. It was quite magical, and of course I didn't realise then how special it was to have such an unobserved childhood. Now known as Wireless Hill, only a tiny section of it remains - the eyrie used by the Noongar Beeliar people to see the Swan River and all who traversed it.