Crator Cove

'Therapy through Lizards, Ruins, Dragonfly's, Dreams'

I had a dream of a place unknown to me.

I went on an adventure to Crator Cove, an isolated abandoned commune that once was called home to fisherman and hippies, on Sydney's Northern Beaches. The excitement that bubbled up when I located the slightly hidden walking trail after walking through the bush for the better part of an hour was highly satisfying.

Here I was in the region of Sydney that I had lived my whole life and I was discovering something that didn't exist to me before today. I passed two other explorers on the steep walk down the rock face, the occasional rustle of timid lizards in the humid shadows beneath my feet. Suddenly in a clearing I was congratulated with a deep blue sea, a distant shanty hut and a whole lot of dragons.


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