Bird song from the Rosslea streets was like musack filtering into our rental house, my mind subconsciously identifying the instruments in the avian orchestra. Even less focussed than yesterday due to ...
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...
In an about-face from the past five days of brilliantly sunny weather, the sky was cloudy with clear breaks over Melbourneās Tullamarine Airport when our Jetstar flight sped down one of the airportā...