
Children often dream of spending leisure time in a tiny house built up in the branches of a big tree. As I look nostalgically at this little control room (which has lost its electro-mechanical soul, for the span has long been condemned to immobility), I realize that I no doubt dreamt, once upon a time, of opening its door—stealthily, in the early hours of the morning, when the sun was coming up over the Pacific Ocean, and transforming the Clarence into a vast silver lake—and stepping into this tiny mysterious attic, like a cell in the tower of a medieval castle. I'm sure it would have been a remote and exciting place, far removed from urban neighbors, in which to meditate upon existence. For a child, it would have been a good address. For Google Maps, this little room with a view is located, so it says, in Craig Street.
I love all of the North Coast of NSW and the area around Grafton in particular. The drive along the river going north is one of my favourites. I remember on my first car trips to Queensland ( early 1960s) we had to get a ferry across the river at Chatsworth Island(and maybe somewhere else - can't remember. Nice memories. (Of course in some places the Pacific 'Highway' is much the same now as it was then.
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