Where once upon a time suburbs or homes were built in areas with greenery and bushland to explore, the modern child often grows up where the small park or playground is the only source of environmental exploration. Senior generations bemoan the loss of innocence that a local tree house once brought, the joy of mud fights in rivers that are now too populated and urbanised themselves to offer anything but a continuation of the theme of ordinary life. “Goodbye my sources of enjoyment and goodbye any chance of future generations joy” seems to be the thought of many.
However, youth and boredom are a powerful combination. Imagination does not disappear from generation to generation. Rather, it adjusts, it adapts to its constraints. The loss of natural environment’s are a shame, but it does not mean that the modern youth is occupied solely by their computer or gaming console.
Where once a young Columbus would look to the sea, a young Burke or Wills would yearn to know what lies inland of their homes, the modern equivalent can still find all the adventure of the unknown they need without recourse to the wondrous natural stimuli their olden days ancestors took for granted. I’m not talking about internet photos or interactive maps either.
We are seeing a rise in the suburban explorer. These are people that see more to their environment then concrete structure’s, they see the mystery and joy that is to be had in the bricks and mortar that surround them. From the abandoned house next door to the monolithic apartment block that rises in the distance like something to be conquered, climbed and known, they are aware of the possibilities and excitement that awaits them in their surrounds. This page contains some of our tales that we offer as a tribute to those before us, and an inspiration to those to come.