THINGS ARE NEVER quite the same when you return. They are similar, but not quite as you remember. There’s always something different… something you can’t quite put your finger on. That’s how it was when I returned to the rocking stone. The cloud was low that day. We had left The Springs some time before, […]
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A Tasmanian journey… “WHAT’S THIS?”. Fiona holds out her hand as if to catch whatever it is that has started to fall from the sky… small, soft flakes that disappear as soon as they settle on the ground. “It’s snow. Soft summer snow!”, she says. So it is. Just light flakes. It isn’t that wet […]
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A surprise discovery in a mountain hut closes the circle of time...
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High on a Tasmanian mountain there's a hidden hut, so late one day we went to look for it....
Read MoreALL THAT REMAINS is a bit of stone work where the house once was. And a few pieces of iron rusted by the decades since the fires of ’67 devoured the building and the rest of the farm — one of them looks like it was once part of a pot-bellied stove. The others — […]
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Walk to places you haven't been for decades and you walk into memory. This was my experience on the Lenah Valley Track high above Hobart...
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