The Brumby Of The Purple Haze

It all began at the beginning of autumn in 1975. I was a young girl who lived with my family near a remote little town called Freemans Waterhole, south west of Lake Macquarie out in the bush, miles from my school friends and neighbours to speak of, except for creepy old Mr Peters. Most days I had to fi nd my own entertainment when I got home from school for there was never anything interesting on the TV, besides I like to get out side and be free like go for rides on my horse I called Sunny, through the bush and along the fi re trails with my dog. Occasionally I would come across wild brumbies that roamed about the bush and on this particular day we found an old grey brumby. My ride was only going to be a quick one before dinner, but when I saw this old brumby for the fi rst time I sensed a certain feeling about him like he was special in some way. From here I knew I had to see him again and fi nd out where he hung out and who with. This lead me to an adventure that almost became life threatening, and to say the least, it was interesting where I wasn’t sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or what was happening. Was it caused by the old brumby? I may never know for sure or work out what really happened. Maybe only time will tell