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Although the sun was hot and high there was
intense shade under the thick trees. They disturbed a rock-wallaby; small, dark and fluffier looking than its kangaroo relatives, then watched it bound gracefully up the slope into the shelter of towering
granite rocks.
As they rode carefully on, between shadowy glades and sunlit
clearings, Saffron felt completely isolated from the modern world. The place was timeless - some slopes had trees that were really unusual, just like the ones from the primeval forests in the picture-books about dinosaurs she had read at school.
It was all so far away from the streets, suburbs and manicured parks of the big city in which she had lived. She felt like she was the only human who had ever been in the place. It wasn’t true - she knew that for thousands and thousands of years, aboriginal people had lived in harmony with this land.