Naturally Gifted
Originally published in Australian Country
Excerpt
It is not the day to go bushwalking. There have been no gale warnings or sheep grazier’s alerts, but the cliffs on this wave-carved island are gauzed in sea mist. Rain sweeps across the boulder-strewn ridges and pelts into the dense glacial valleys that have remained almost untouched since the last ice age …
Time stops still. Wet. Cold. Alone. Then Tasmania conjures one of its magical moments …