driftwood
Sydney beaches are kept scrupulously clean, any storm detritus quickly scooped and taken away before anyone gets a chance to have a looksee at what the wind blew in overnight
Not so up here where the Richmond flows into the Pacific, a place where nobody is ever short of firewood. Picking a slow path through the piled driftwood can take hours and every now and then a man finds something unexpected, in this case an object so fragile it could only have survived the journey from its origins if it came downriver, swept away by the outgoing flood tide, surviving the boisterous seas at the river mouth before being blown ashore.
Perhaps a youngster was responsible for building it, some kid living by the side of the river up Coraki way, or further west where the river branches into hundreds of streams. Though by the look of the bindings the young fellow might have had grandad looking over his shoulder.
Perhaps the family had been building them for years. Building them so well they could almost survive their journey to the sea.
Like this one.
The real thing ..
Boatbuilders
https://www.sea.museum/2016/12/15/australias-first-watercraft/canoes