A few weeks ago I wrote how
Georgia and I made a slight detour on the way down to Hobart and found a lovely
quiet swimming spot. As we were driving back to the highway I felt really drawn
to this particular location of scrubby bushland where I could see a few shacks
in the background. I stopped the car and took quite a few photos as I felt
reminded of some sort of desert location or scene from an old film. I still
don't know why I felt so drawn to this location; it's the sort of place you
dream about...
Strangely enough, the shack
where I'm staying at the moment is just over the road from that location; a
shack that I just randomly found through a friend of a friend in Launceston. It
feels like such a strange coincidence to end up here. I'm taking it as a
sign that I'm in the right place.
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