Behind Tasmania's stone walls, bright things are happening.
(For the history of The Handweavers, Spinners and Dyers Guild see here.) That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. from A Shropshire Lad, 1896 by A. E. Houseman It is a glittering autumn day. The streets of Battery Point are bathed... Continue Reading →