I moved from Beechworth when I was five years old and hadn't returned. The intervening years made me doubt my memories. Going back I was overwhelmed with how familiar the place was and the strange resonance it had for me. Oh and the trees fluting to the sky! And the sky! So blue! And the way the town is embraced by rocks! And the birdsong!So many birds singing, all day. Now I am writing something set in the Beechworth of my childhood, buoyed by my trust in my memories and ins