The day was unusually bright for autumn, and I was happy to follow the path into the bush. Here, eucalypts and blackwoods formed a rich canopy that hid a wonderland of dappled sunlight and ferns that carpeted the forest floor.

I breathed in the air, so noticeably fresher than that in Sydney, before ambling down the path. It meandered between trees and bushes, past a gurgling stream that eventually tumbled down a waterfall. Resting on a bench, I contemplated its gentle sound, and those of the forest – the shrill of the cicada, the screech of the cockatoo, the rings of the lyrebird, the laugh of the kookaburra – before continuing on. After a delightful half-an-hour of meandering, the path emerged into a meadow. I stepped into the light…

There’s just something about being surrounded by natural beauty that calms my mind and body. On this visit to Jamberoo I was in luck because I got a room with a view. Consequently, during the week I spent a lot of time staring out the window, watching the kookaburras chatter, an echidna forage, and the light play against the giant Moreton Bay fig that patiently stood guard.

But as lovely as the view is, sooner or later I was compelled to explore it, and thankfully there was an abundance of wild and manicured delights to see. Being autumn, the last flourishes of flora were abound, and a walk through the rainforest that encircled the paddock provided my camera with many interesting textural details to capture.

Easter week. A time to slow down in a quiet place, to take stock, to regroup, to re-energise. Most of all, it is a time to enjoy the simple things, like taking a walk along a tree-lined road to admire the change in seasons.