A Tasmanian journey - PacificEdge

In the scrub, by the bay — a rediscovery

IT WAS AT THE END of 2104, December, when I accidentally rediscovered the Tyler family graves. My discovery of them was back in the 1970s when I was with a group bushwalking down that way. The only person I recall from that walk — and it’s now something of a vague, poorly-recalled memory — was […]

Shelter most basic

A SLEEPER CURLS UP SEEKING WARMTH in an overnight camp in the wet eucalypt forests of the Picton in south east Tasmania. I don’t recall whether it was evening or early next morning that I made this photograph, probably on my Canon FTB camera – a film camera, that is (this was way, way before […]

The Organ Pipes Track — sunshine and ice

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 […]

Forgotten islands

A Tasmanian journey… LIKE THE AUTHOR, when I lived in Tasmania I too felt the allure of the Bass Strait islands. Unlike the author, changing circumstances prevented me doing anything about it. Now I get to look down on Flinders Island every time I fly into Tasmania, providing the weather down there is clear. And […]

Found: the book that influenced a generation

A surprise discovery in a mountain hut closes the circle of time...

High on a mountain, a little stone hut

High on a Tasmanian mountain there's a hidden hut, so late one day we went to look for it....

Otago

Shipping has played an important part in Tasmanian history but it's rare to find shipping and literature in a rusting hulk...

Return — hut on a point

IT’S BEEN DECADES, I thought as the driver throttled back the engines to approach the jetty. Decades… and there was no jetty, no fast catamaran then… just an old wooden launch captained by a man in late middle age. Not the roar of powerful outboards then, just the putt-putt-putt of an old diesel. Today’s catamaran […]

All that remains… ruins on a Tasmanian mountainside

ALL 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 — […]

Three huts on a trail

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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