In lockdown there are few things more thrilling than traipsing into the dark looking for animals – in Australia, at least
I was about 10 when I first locked eyes with a sugar glider. I caught its eyes shining through the fog that our breath sent wisping across the torchlight. I remember it being tiny, soft and, true to its name, the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.
My father remembers that ranger-led walk up Black Mountain on a Canberra winter evening a little differently: “I don’t think we saw anything.”
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