The Orara River meanders past the village, running inland to the Clarence River, place of my family and younger years.
The sign on the way into the village proudly states that Nana Glen was established in 1879. I wonder what it was like back then, over 130 years ago. I wonder what it was like before then.
Nana Glen is a place of simple things….of dogs, waterholes and slow town living. A two-tailed lizard is said to live here. I haven’t seen it yet, but I smile when I think that it might still be in the valley.
Here there are roadside stalls on every bend…tomatoes for making pasta sauce and limes for making cordial. Rhubarb for stewing and mixing into steaming rolled oats and home-made yoghurt for breakfast.
The heart and soul of this village is the general store, where news of the world arrives through letters, newspapers and the all-knowing word from the shopkeepers.
The dog and I went for a walk this morning. Around the corner to the primary school and then back the other way over Nana Creek. I stopped to read the community noticeboard on the way home. Stories of second hand trail bikes, horse services and firewood for sale. One of the shopkeepers saw me and came outside to give me my mail. Five star service with a smile.
As I write this, I can hear the brakes of the high school bus outside my house. The kids will be jumping off and wandering up the street to their homes. Never in a hurry. I think they have it pretty good, these kids.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the big cities. For a visit. But this place is my escape from the world. I can hear myself think.
Sometimes, on a day like this, when the afternoon sun lights up the paddocks surrounding the village, this place makes me feel like I have everything I need.
This place is interesting, it is simple, it is slow, it is beautiful and I like it.