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....
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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 […]
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...
Read MoreIt 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...
Read MoreSolitude 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...
Read MoreIt 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...
Read MoreI 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...
Read MoreA speaking engagement at a conference leads to an edible tour of the island state, the gem of the Southern Ocean...
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