Casuarina Trees

When my family lived on Groote Eylandt in the Northern Territory I remember driving along dirt tracks to get to these deserted beaches. I realise now that a lot of the memories I have of those beaches revolve around Casuarina trees; the fallen pine needles that covered most of the sand, the little pine cones that you would accidently tread on, and most of all the sound the wind made through these particular trees- an eerie 'shhhhhhhhhhh' sound, sort of like the sound you hear when you hold a shell to your ear.

Sometimes I will walk under a Casuarina tree and stop in my tracks when I hear the sound, and all those nice memories flood back. I think it's amazing how much your senses 'remember'.