Tucked in the bush foothills of Victoria’s Grampians, just outside the small town of Perth, the soft, steady patter of rain on eucalyptus leaves wraps around you as you drift in a restful pre-dawn nap, the last of the southern stars still glinting through the canopy above. The gentle low thrum of distant low thunder and the quiet trickle of a nearby stream weave through the rain, layered with the faint rustle of wind through the gum leaves and the soft tap of rain on dry understorey stalks. The