I have never been a social media user and as I sat down to write this first blog comment I was interrupted by a local Kamilaroi man who knows of my interest in these scar trees. Allan and his son Shannon had dropped by to collect a cheque for work done over sowing but we were soon deep in excitable conversation about the different scars and their shapes and origins. He showed me some photos on his phone and told me what various elders said and I soon learnt that my arbitrary categories were way out of wack. Allan grew up on the neighbouring property and was taken out into the bush with his relatives and still uses various bush medicines and foods. He has worked for the shire and on farms east of Walgett for years and has the respect of both black and white communities. Fate is what it is and we have moved another step closer to understanding the mysteries of these trees and our indigenous heritage…to know where you are going you have to find out where you’ve been….