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So first things first, I absolutely adore oysters – particularly when they come from the far south coast of New South Wales. This story was inspired by a bush walk through Murramarang National Park (about four hours south of Sydney) and the distinctive colours and sounds and scents where the eucalypts stretch right down to the edge of the sand. Like Henry, the boy in the story, I have wonderful memories of trips to the coast as a child – and of my first oyster.