Arrival

Well it’s been many days now since I last sat down and put thoughts to pixels. It’s been a long journey back from the islands of Bass Strait to the rainforests of Western Tasmania….. and home. Geographically the two places are some 300 km apart… not a great distance but the geography, flora, fauna and history could not be more different. Tasmania is a very diverse island. We are on the Western or windward side in the teeth of the Roaring Forties here, with nothing west of hear till one goes two thirds the way around the globe to hit the bleak shores of Patagonia!

Here we are subject to the full force of the endless prevailing lows and rain-bearing westerlies from the Indian and Great Southern Oceans. Flinders Island lies in the lee of this mountainous island and much of this easterly bound moisture is squeeze from the atmosphere leaving only a very drying wind. After only 260 mm of rain year-to-date precipitation on Flinders Island I come back to Tullah where such an amount he had in just the last month. The sun is hibernating and the frost has been biting deep while I have been away, leaving a very different aspect and mood over life. It creates much more a feeling of hibernation and deeper instrospection on a different level