In the nineteenth century, people started building small huts on the mountain’s lower slopes.
(For the history of The Handweavers, Spinners and Dyers Guild see here.) That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. from A Shropshire Lad, 1896 by A. E. Houseman It is a glittering autumn day. The streets of Battery Point are bathed... Continue Reading →
The vivid scarlet colouring of these flowers, shining out among the sombre blue green of the gum forests is certainly one of the most beautiful sights that the Tasmanian bush affords. Geoffrey Smith, 1909, A Naturalist in Tasmania, p 55 Geoffrey Smith M. A. was a fellow of New College, Oxford, who came to Tasmania for six... Continue Reading →
Dark MOFO has us looking upwards, into the spaces between the stars and inwards, to our darkest thoughts.
In a few days the tranquil town of Derby will be inundated by thousands of mountain bike enthusiasts for Round 2 of the 2017 Enduro World Series. It won’t be the first time Derby’s peace has been shattered. In 1929 the town was almost obliterated. A History Worth Exploring Derby was settled... Continue Reading →