Midweek Moment #62: Simple Beauty
As I have more than one photo this week, I’ll start with Monique’s, which she took while in Tasmania a couple of weeks ago. Walking through the rainforest in cold, wet south-western Tasmania, I took the opportunity to get some macro shots before the...
Midweek Moment #61: Lake Landscapes
I’m going to start with Monique’s photo this week as not only is it much more exciting than mine, but it was taken in Tasmania, that place which is never far from my heart. Monique and her husband escaped to Tasmania last week for...
My Month
It’s been a while since I’ve written an update here, hence this post covers a month rather than a week. Thank goodness for Midweek Moments, which have kept this blog ticking over whilst I’ve been otherwise occupied. I have a reason for...
Midweek Moment #41—Rural and Rustic
This week, we’ve gone rural and rustic: I’ve not had much time for photography lately and the photos I took were a little boring, so I’ve dipped into the archives: A couple of weeks’ ago, my husband and I returned to Tasmania for my...
When Good Enough Isn’t
I’ve just returned from a holiday to Tasmania, my birth state. I went back for my cousin’s 21st birthday, and tacked a couple of days on at the beginning for writing. I stayed in a cottage at Branxholm, a rural town in the northeast of Tasmania....
Past the Shallows by Favel Parrett
Wow! I can’t write a review of this novel in my usual way so this is more of a ‘reflection’. That’s because of the emotions this story stirred. As a reader, I was completely captivated. And heartbroken. I forgot I was a writer. I only wish...
Back in the Attic
Well, it was nice to get out of the attic and roam around Tassie for a while: we hauled backpacks through Cradle Mountain National Park, then visited the sights in and around Hobart. My family then left and I spent six days alone in the northeast of Tassie,...
Cradle Mountain
I’ve been off-line lately whilst we’ve been on holiday. Not that I would call what we’ve done ‘relaxing’. Far from it. But we completed something that we’ve always wanted to do: the Cradle Mountain – Lake St Clair Overland...
How I learnt there were no lions in Tasmania
One of the lions in my imagination… I had a few weird beliefs as a child. Some of the stranger ones were: that my grandmother was alive at the same time as Jesus; that the place where I lived constituted the whole world; and that there were about a hundred...
Medical School Memories
I’ve returned from my whirlwind trip to Tasmania and the Alzheimer’s Australia National Conference filled with nostalgia for the state that was my home for the first thirty-three years of my life: its beautiful people, its undulating countryside, and its lush...