Stepping out onto the boiling hot red earth was an experience in itself, the sand creeping into my thongs, sun kissing my toes and making me run for a more cooler location and a more sensible choice in shoes.

We had arrived at Uluru, driven the road in and parked at Kuniya Walk. We headed down the track to the Mutitjula waterhole spotting small caves and ancient ochre painted walls telling a story in them.

When we reached the waterhole we watched the water bugs dance across the surface, making tiny ripples as they moved. Mutitjula waterhole was so calm, quiet and a beautiful place to sit and listen to the water trickling down Uluru into the water hole below.

We looked up and spotted holes in the upper section of the rock, and as you looked harder you could see that nature had created a heart shaped indentation which the birds used to make their nests in.

I couldn’t believe how lucky and privileged I was to be standing here at one of the great wonders of the world. A sacred place to the Anangu people and a spot that I had for so long wanted to explore.