Savage Grandeur Tasmania
Originally published in Australian CountryExcerpt
It’s a savage day in the Tasmanian midlands but the spine-chilling cold goes deeper than the shallow, worn flagstones in The Commissariat Store. “I see this place very differently now,” confides weather-beaten Jon McCure, sheltering from a howling gale in the lime-washed fortress that squats above the heritage village of Oatlands.
For a long time, Oatlands was a working town forgotten by the outside world, and people liked it that way. It’s a time capsule without neon lights or billboards or telegraph poles, and when the IGA closes at night, the town feels deserted but for a handful of patrons warming themselves by the fire at Imbibers wine bar.
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