Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Hot soup for dinner. The fire is on. Dew on the grass. Fungi popping up everywhere. The leaves have turned. Fog in the valley. The first frosts. And a beautiful soft light that makes everything glow yellow.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.