Leaves From A Forest

It’s a long time since dragons brooded over heaps of jewels and as­pirant knights took up the lance and strode into battle, and people will tell you that the dragons of the fairy stories are mere myths. Don’t be­lieve them.

The shaded gullies of East Gippsland streams are haunted by a crea­ture whose lineage is as ancient as the land itself. We have our own dra­gon. He’s not very big and he doesn’t breathe fire, but in his miniature world he is as fearsome to look at as any picture book dragon.