My first walk in my home bush was partly about the ground (and water) beneath my feet, and partly about the bark in front of my eyes.
I set off eagerly along a familiar track, and suddenly there was another path heading off to my right, never seen before, but well formed and probably part of bushfire containment. So of course I set off along it, glad to be walking my own territory again, and pleased to find it unfamiliar. I followed the track along a ridge and then down into a gradual gully, with glimpses of a lake through the trees. The track dwindled, so I turned back before I reached the water, leaving that pleasure for another day.