A midwinter's day



This time last year I was in southern Tasmania, experiencing the winter Solstice in all its glory.  The days were short, with the sun barely visible until late morning.  When it finally rose in the sky, it was shrouded by a thin veil of fog.  Everywhere the landscape took on an ethereal beauty, as though from the pages of a Bronte novel.  I cherished those cold, dark winter days.  Whilst the countryside seemingly lay dormant under the heavy cloak of winter, it couldn't have been more vibrant and alive.  The scenery truly captivated me as it is so unlike anything we have on the mainland where I live, further north in the perpetually sunny state of Queensland.  I found the Tasmanian landscape hauntingly beautiful.  Its colour palette was soft and muted, as was the light which, when it managed to break through the fog, gave a gentle cast of silver to all it touched.

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A change is as good as a holiday


Here I go again - I've decided to change the name of my blog once more.  Did I mention I'm a Libran and am totally indecisive?  That being said, the reason I decided to change the name of my blog is because I felt like taking it in a new direction.  Lately I've found that I don't want to simply post recipes; rather I want to share more of my lifestyle, and the things I'm passionate about, namely photography, gardening, books, history and travel.

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