If you are serious about celebrating the coldest, darkest, wettest time of year, you need to take the weather in your stride, whatever it brings. And put your gumboots on!
In the quarter century I have lived in my little house in New Town, it has played host to many many feasts, gatherings and celebrations and marked the changing seasons.
Along the Dark Path – Hobart’s Domain takes on a new, nocturnal life during Dark Mofo
The builder and his crew had done the major construction and fit out, but I had lots to do in planning the fitout and the final interior decoration.
Making the best of paint and polish is all very well, but there comes a point when it’s not enough. No amount of decorative ‘charm’ could cover the fact that the back of the house was decrepit, dark, lacking in space, cold and impractical. Time to bite the bullet and get on with some major renovations.
The garden at New Town had been neglected for years and was overgrown with thorny prunus, long grass and mud.
Through the 1990s and into the early 2000s, I gradually wrought changes. What could be improved with paint and polish was; what would ultimately be demolished and replaced when funds allowed was made as functional and attractive as possible for the time being.
Last weekend marked a quarter of a century since I moved into my home in New Town.
The Easter weekend saw a perfect Tasmanian autumn day for messing about in boats at Dover Seafest.
An urgent need for a photograph of the Steppes Homestead for a work-related project had me rising early and heading to Tasmania’s Central Highlands one recent morning, camera in hand.