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Growing up in Wondecla near Herberton, we used to cook on an open fire. I would look forward to the bush tea we’d have. After collecting water from the nearby creek, we’d boil it up in an old sunshine milk tin with a wire handle. When it was ready, we’d throw in some tea leaves and drink
the tea in our pannikins. It was comforting to sit around the campfire and drink with family and listen to the bush sounds and feel the breeze. The smoke from the fire would drift away and the billy was blackened over time.
