On Moonan Brook

It is the late 1960s. Rebellion and &quot;doing your own thing&quot; is in. But while the majority of Australians flock to the beaches, one young man heads inland to find his patch of dirt and follow his dream.<br /> <br />On the banks of Moonan Brook, surrounded by inhospitable and barely accessible bushland, a local on his horse stumbles across this twenty-three-year old with his inappropriate vehicle, a dog named Doggo, and a girlfriend sitting under a tree reading a book. He listens as the pale young city-slicker with a mannered accent tells him he wants to go bush.<br /> <br />What drives him over the next fifty years to build and maintain a bush hut in challenging terrain will captivate the imagination as the dreamt-of patch materialises, a hut is built and grows, and the forest &quot;tamed&quot;.<br /> <br />Henry Lawson or Henry Thoreau?<br /> <br />Along the way we catch glimpses of his fellow travellers who come and go over the years, each contributing in their own way to the fulfilment of one man&apos;s unwavering vision. Romances form and fade, friendships will span generations and continents. And through it all threads the forest: its plants, its creatures, its quiet power.<br /> <br />Until finally, time dictates a letting go .…