It’s known for it’s stuffy politicians.  In winter time, locals are used to scraping the thick frost off their windscreens while shivering in sub-zero temperatures.  Summers are dry and stifling.  With its lack of landmarks and abundance of roundabouts, I affectionately tag it as “The Big Roundabout”.

But it’s home.  My hometown.  And it has always been since we migrated from Indonesia over 30 years ago.

Every time I go back, I always try and make an effort to go on my special nature walk.  To remind me that despite its notoriously stagnant atmosphere, there is another side to it.  One that is actually pretty.  Breathtaking, even.

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