It’s Saturday morning and I’m standing in the kitchen of the cottage. Looking out the french doors into the garden I see the old stables and the clouds above it – hopefully they will clear soon as the July sun so desperately wants to come out. The garden was a bit unkempt when we arrived…

It’s 10am at the cottage and as I look out into the garden I see that the frost has not yet lifted. The backyard is a mid-winter crystal wonderland, if only for another hour before the sun rises high enough to melt the ice. Steph is making coffee in our little kitchen, getting the grinds…

We’re busy today. Very busy. So if there is anything that you need us to do then I’m afraid it will have to wait. Our calendars are booked out and we have lots of important things to get done, so if you try to call our phones I’m afraid they are switched off! It’s early…

Oh, hello there! Willow sits on the window sill. She’s the first to spot any visitors arriving to the cottage and she’s always on the look out. Looking out the window into the garden and the world beyond it. In the quiet street where the cottage stands not many cars go past and when one…

I see the snow sprinkled mountain in my rear-view mirror as I drive down Macquarie Street on a June morning. The people walking to work are adorned in rain jackets and winter beanies, and their breath condenses in the crisp air. It’s 7:45am and I’m on my way to work. The traffic is moving freely…

On a warm, late afternoon in a forest of the Barossa Valley, South Australia, Willow and I were unwinding after a long day of doing not a lot. It was September I think, or possibly October – you’ll have to forgive me for this afternoon was over 4 years ago. And, as we sat on…

On the 22nd of May last year Steph and I got married (on our stand up paddle board) in Brisbane. And, just this weekend we finally got to celebrate in Hobart exactly a year later. We enjoyed a lovely picnic bbq at a local reserve and invited all our friends. Willow and the van were…

We were driving along the Esk Highway on our way to the East Coast when I turned to Steph and uttered the words. The words, so simple, yet so powerful that they are enough to make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. I know a shortcut, I said nonchalantly. But, if…

On the face of the Great Western Tiers sits a magical place overlooking the Tasmanian Midlands. It’s situated on the Poatina Road between the town of Cressy and the Great Lakes where a gravel road takes us to a peculiar place. As we pulled up the van Willow was eager to get out and stretch…

It’s a Saturday evening and we’re under the stars by the campfire. We’ve joined some friends on the banks of Bradys Lake in Tasmania’s Central Highlands where we are to spend a few days. The night is crisp as we watch the moonrise but the fire keeps us warm. Though, the weekend didn’t start off…