A pictorial tribute to our mountain hut heritage
A calendar triggers memories of mountain huts, summer and winter…
Read MoreA calendar triggers memories of mountain huts, summer and winter…
Read MoreIN SPATE late that day The Fish River At the base of the escarpment Up which we ascended through forest
Read MoreIT WAS AT THE END of 2104, December, when I accidentally rediscovered the Tyler family graves. My discovery of them
Read MoreThe camera and the bush… they have more in common than you think…
Read MoreA SLEEPER CURLS UP SEEKING WARMTH in an overnight camp in the wet eucalypt forests of the Picton in south
Read MoreTHINGS ARE NEVER quite the same when you return. They are similar, but not quite as you remember. There’s always
Read MoreA Tasmanian journey… “WHAT’S THIS?”. Fiona holds out her hand as if to catch whatever it is that has started
Read MoreA Tasmanian journey… LIKE THE AUTHOR, when I lived in Tasmania I too felt the allure of the Bass Strait
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