Still Standing. Old Tassie Shed.

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The Dark Clouds sometimes have a Silver Lining

Room with a ViewThere is a dark side to Tasmania and I’m not referring to the mid-winter, Dark MOFO festival or to the “dark stain” of the island’s convict history. There are no longer bushrangers roaming here – they have been replaced by the real estate industry and a disturbing lack of consumer protection.

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Moving on and Settling in

Kingston BeachWhen you move, “flit” or relocate, you are not just leaving behind your friends, family, neighbours and work colleagues but that tribe of others who are a part of your support network – hairdresser, doctor, dentist, plumber, nail technician/beauty therapist (for some), vet, barista.

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Rhubarb and other Stuff

Tassie RhubarbWe inherited a veggie patch and a lot of weeds when we moved into our rented home near Hobart. A few straggly tomato plants remain, a tentative strand of what looks like raspberry vine, a healthy and multiplying patch of silver beet and a generous clump of rhubarb – a stalwart favourite in the urban gardens of my English childhood.

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Finding our “Forever” Home

Hobart HousesLooking for our next, “forever” home in Tasmania is becoming an exercise in frustration. There are plenty of houses for sale but there are four criteria boxes we need to place a tick in before we buy. We have ticked up to three boxes for some properties but the elusive fourth has remained empty or has a large X in it. Continue reading

Another Step Towards Becoming A Tasmanian

Becoming a TasmanianLast week I relinquished my Queensland car number plates. I’d already switched my Driver’s Licence and my Electoral Role details, set up a local Post Office Box address and got myself a library (LINC) card but driving around on Tasmanian plates is a constant visible reminder that I’m now a local and not just another visiting mainlander. Continue reading