Dead of Night…
Ah, my husband and I are getting old.
What do you mean, you ask?
We trotted off to Dark Mofo tonight…
that winterfest designed to celebrate the longest nights of winter in Tasmania.
Ah, my husband and I are getting old.
What do you mean, you ask?
We trotted off to Dark Mofo tonight…
that winterfest designed to celebrate the longest nights of winter in Tasmania.
A winter weekend of pure escapism. Yesterday, two beaches 40 kms apart and no camera.
Today, two beaches 10kms apart and a camera but remembering to take pics this morning and not this afternoon. By the time these 3 days are done, we will have walked about 30 kms which mightn’t sound much really. But yesterday morning, I had to walk up and down the cliff path carrying Old Dog who couldn’t manage it. Yesterday afternoon, I had a brain conniption and persisted in climbing huge sandbanks to run down the other side.
Took a day off this week from the book and the farm to have a picnic in the Derwent Valley which we had heard always looks beautiful in the autumn. But we’d never managed to get there before leaf fall. I love amber and topaz, garnet and shiraz, pinot noir and chartreuse. (Colours I mean, not alcohol!) And was determined we’d catch the colour before it dropped…
Anzac Day, April 25th, inspires many things if you are an Australian or a New Zealander – thoughts about mateship, courage, sacrifice, belief in fundamental rights. It also reminds we children of Anzacs that what we are right now is a product of the spirit and ethos captured on that small beach at Gallipoli 99 years ago.
Being Crusoe occasionally has a lot to recommend it. Far from the madding crowd, alone with one’s thoughts, being a small cog in a great big beautiful world of wonder and all at my very doorstep – 20 minutes away by boat! In 20 minutes I’m in a national park within a world heritage area. It doesn’t get any more fortunate or any better!
A picnic up the coast today at a place called Piermont.
Normally the setting is perfect.
And our weather like this.
Till today – 15 degrees with an icy wind which made the idea of picnics out of the back of cars not the best thing in the world. And reminded us that summer might indeed be over and autumn here with a vengeance.
Driving the hoggets to new pasture…
Almost there…
My offsider…
Waiting at the Old Highway pass for husband to drive the breeding ewes up over the hill with the ATV…
Through the pass and waiting in the holding paddock to head to the underpass beneath the Tasman Highway to the paddocks on the other side…
We all began kayaking about 11 years ago, and in that time have paddled together in many different places up and down our east coast. But over the years we have decreased in number through age and injury and we’re now trying to have one BIG kayak per summer, to add to the little ones we try to have once or twice a week. I’ve not been for many this year because of Mum’s accident and because of windy weather but I wouldn’t miss the BIG one for the world. We augmented our shrinking numbers with two extra ladies this year. A lovely group…
Remember a while back, I said my blogs for the moment would be mostly photo essays? Well after writing 3500 words and editing 50,000 over the last two days, I took the day off with my husband!
Went away for the day to a place we call Fourmile (a little beach on Maria Island across the Passage from House, about 9 nautical miles). It was the first day that I have really relaxed since Mum’s accident 6 weeks ago. I mean really relax because we played Robinson Crusoe. In all the years we’ve been going to Fourmile, we have never seen anyone-else there and this was no different.