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After my work in Singapore I 'dropped down' to Australia, my logic being that as I was only a further eight hours flying time away I was practically in the neighbourhood. After overnighting in Sydney I took a smaller plane to Dubbo, the regional city with the closest airport to the farm where I grew up.

My father collected me and we drove another 45 minutes to the farm itself. As we came down the dirt road from the farm gate to the house we spotted three adult grey kangaroos. They bounced alongside us for minute or so before veering off across the paddocks, effortlessly clearing fences and lifting my heart as they went.

The scene was familiar but I'm happy to say it wasn't commonplace.