October, South-east Queensland: We’re 27 storeys high, with a glass balcony fence, which has led to severe vertigo. We’re not going to school, which gives a similar feeling. There’s nothing between you and all those endless hours of possibility.

We’ve tried to establish a routine, and this is how it goes so far: morning go to the nearby Botanic GardenĀ  and disturb the peace (sorry everyone else, we can’t help it) play some AFL, some rugby, play on the playground, have some peace pow-wows about issues brought up by the rugby, then go home for “technology hour” which is computer for me and telly for the children.

Then it’s lunch, usually sandwiches with silverside or noodles from the Asian supermarket downstairs. Digest. Then Swim, bath, then go to the library or other part of town for exploration.

We’ve seen some amazing creatures since we’ve been here. At the pool one day we saw what looked like a baby saltwater crocodile. He had the same walk and those strange prehistoric eyes.

Two days ago we saw an art noveau beetle, with markings on his back just like the swirls and circles of a Paris Metro sign. His coloring was bronze with deep brown markings. I stared at him for ages, trying to memorise his marks.

IN the Gardens we’ve seen water dragons (one man caught one by the tail for us so we could pat it) and intriguing tiny eggs, half the size of my fingernails, nestled in palm frond. The native figs are fruiting so I’ve enjoyed holding them as they are so compact with a comforting soft round body, their texture is like wrinkled but tight skin.

Flowers are so extravagant as they try to attract bees.