wilfully wandering


Although I spent the majority of my 10 days in Tasmania huddled on the couch within arms reach of the box of tissues and panadol, there were a few instances where I was able to step outside and experience the sharp, bitter chill of the Tasmanian winter and the breath-taking mossy, foggy little valley where I was staying.

The last of the autumn leaves were still clinging to the trees and dawn and dusk would bring a skyline lit with fire.

Dusk sent out powdered shades of pink ad grey

and the land seemed to be lulled into a quiet waiting……waiting and waiting….


and stumbled (staggered?) across sheer cliff faces and dark winding rivers hidden from view by soft, flat farmlands.


where are the lovely, unexpected places you have found?