Wilderness is paradise

Sandy Stone aptly describes the cacophony of the male mating ritual of abominable grass cutting, timber felling and mind blowing infernal machines in suburbia (Peninsula News, edition 251).

It makes one long for a more leisurely age.

I remember my father, when the grass got too tall, would get out his whetstone and scythe.

There is a haven though, on the weekends the industrial estates are generally isolated and peaceful.

Pack up a sleeping bag, a tent and as the poet says: "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, - and thou ... Oh, wilderness is paradise enow".

Letter, 26 Oct 2010 Keith Whitfield, Woy Woy