This morning while I cycled in the Ross River Parkway, sleek, long-winged welcome swallows and richly-hued rainbow bee-eaters swooped and raced over the lawns, a long-tailed pheasant coucal flew to a ...
Today, I seemed to be caught in some netherworld between Tasmania and Queensland, a world of yawning, of washing load after load of camping laundry, of restocking the kitchen with food, of sifting thr...
Under a dull sky promising rain, Vilis and I broke camp at Richardson’s Beach and drove to the trailhead of the Wineglass Bay Track, which is also the start of the Wineglass Bay/Hazards Circuit....
In lifting darkness, we drove from Fortescue Bay toward Hobart, startling Tasmanian macropods into bounding quickly into vegetation alongside Tasman National Park’s gravel access road. Out on th...