Were you a devoted but trembling reader of Snuggle Pot and Cuddlepie’s stories?
I’m not too proud to admit I used to hide my eyes when the Banskia Men appeared… I loved the ripple of alarm down my spine at the mere mention of their spikey black faces. At our family beach shack at Currumbin Beach banksia trees grew thick and stunted, covered with wizened cones – perfect for a child with an overactive imagination.
When I was searching for a name for my coastal village in SAFE HARBOUR I settled on Banksia Cove, a blend of wonderful childhood memories, but with the darker undercurrents of May Gibbs’ enduring bad guys.
This weekend at Moreton Island the first tree we found on the shore after we’d navigated over sand banks and sea grass beds was a huge banksia tree.
I’m glad to say those cones still made me shiver with alarm (and delight!) 🙂