Lost in the highlands
It was in 1978, after a late night start and very little sleep, that a search party set out on Tasmania’s Central Plateau looking for a missing boy…
It was in 1978, after a late night start and very little sleep, that a search party set out on Tasmania’s Central Plateau looking for a missing boy…
Solitude and reverence for the mountains experienced on a solo walk along the Overland Track in the Spring of 1980 is tinged with a sense that the journey is also a saying farewell to the beloved high country…
It was a grand weekend adventure to climb Mt Anne but, unknown to the climbers, it was to be their last as a group of friends…
I remember her then. Checked wool shirt of the kind favored by bushwalkers and outdoor types. Warm wool trousers, dull khaki in colour. Petite wire framed glasses balanced on a delicate nose. Blonde hair tied back I’m bunches. Chunky leather boots. Pack on back…
A speaking engagement at a conference leads to an edible tour of the island state, the gem of the Southern Ocean…
SATURDAYS AT SALAMANCA Place are crowded and busy… locals rub shoulders with visitors as they crowd the alleys of Salamanca Market to find local food, local arts and crafts, photography, seeds, fresh fruit and vegetables, soft and sweet Bruny Island fudge, Gillespie’s fizzy ginger beer…
FOOD GROWN LOCALLYseems to be something of a specialty at Evandale Market. A recent visit disclosed sign after sign on a number of stalls advertising the localism of fresh vegetables, herbs and fruit…