Peter Grant

4 weeks ago | fortysouth.com.au | Rob Shaw |Fiona Stocker |Peter Grant |Roger Chao

This article was first published in Bert Spinks' Letters from a Storyteller blog at storytellerspinks.substack.com. You can hardly tell that there’s a pad there. The bush closes over, a welter of green fronds, blades and canes. Cross-hatched brambles, spine-bearing tree branches. The long and multitudinous arms of cutting-grass grab you around the waist and will not let you go – it’s like wearing a harness that always resists your movement away from its source.