My father says there has been a rainforest here
for over a hundred million years’.’
A boy and his father travel in their boat, ‘Time
Machine’ to a stretch of beach beside a primordial
tropical rainforest. As the boy walks among the trees
he imagines the forest as it might have been in the
past. Dinosaurs emerge, barely perceptible, from a
tangle of trunks and vines; the faint outlines of an
aboriginal child melt into a background of trees and in
the final haunting scene the unspoiled vista readers
have toured is overlaid with translucent images of
civilisation.