All articles filed in Flinders Island journal

The morning was spent packing and cleaning before a quick trip to Palana. I’d been meaning to get there and Arwen said it was worth a visit, if I hurried I could just squeeze it in. Unfortunately, it was a windy day and blowing straight into the beach so not the best day for it…

I’m greeted warmly at the museum by two volunteers I’d met at the wall launch and they ask what I’m working on. When I tell them about my essay and interest in Wybalenna, they write out a whole reading list of books on the subject of Aboriginal history on Flinders Island. They know exactly what…

It’s my last full day on the island. Before I left I noticed an essay competition announcement on the theme of ‘people’s connection to place’. Right up my alley. The judge is a writer whose work I follow and whom I’ve heard speak on the subject and I’m keen to enter. Although I haven’t deliberately…

Writing, writing, writing …  

Well the weather changed during the night. Oh my did the weather change! I curled up in my bed as the wind roared itself into a fury and wished I had a warm body to snuggle up to. I thought about Helen who had spent her first few winters here alone, and the women I’d…

The weather is about to change I’m told. So I went into town this morning to record all the comments on the wall before the rain washes them off.   Standing there with my notebook I hear “Oh Karen’s here” from across the road and turn to see my helpful museum lady from Saturday turn…

At daybreak I grabbed one of the guest mountain bikes from the shed and cycled down the road to Trousers Pt. It took about 10 minutes, not including time spent stopping for photos. I’ve started keeping my camera in my pocket at all times, every time I step outside without it I see something spectacular…

Following a domestic morning of washing and cooking, I drove into Whitemark. Today was the annual running festival. The road into town was periodically stationed by small groups of volunteers who waved as I drove by. Runners in various states of enthusiasm pounded the oncoming lane, along with people of all ages on bikes. The…

I took an early morning walk around the property before breakfast and met some of the neighbours. Wallabies feed more at dusk so I only saw a few but I was surprised to see two small, black wild boar cut in front of me on the path to the creek. I had no idea there…