'o the Bright Edge of the World blew a cold breath into my heart. The landscape – its wildness and its history and its beauty – intrigued me; as I read I felt the relentless pull that urged the Colonel and his men northwards into unexplored territory. Gladly I went with them, drawn on by a combination of curiosity, fear and dread, turning the pages faster as they raced against weather, starvation and harsh conditions. Eager, like Sophie, to see such grand wilderness.
Read MoreThere was hardly anyone else at the Museum, so it was easy to find pockets of quiet stillness in which I could imagine what the house might have felt like when the Austens lived there...
Read MoreThe night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go...
Read MoreI looked out my kitchen window this morning to see the backyard shrouded in fog. It was all sorts of magical, and after I took my kids to the school bus stop I rambled on, down to the beach, which was silent, empty, and eerily beautiful.
Read More'The walk was spectacular. We followed the Big Boggy up the valley, crossing it before moving uphill into the snowgum forest. Behind us sat the Ramshead Range...'
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