Hinterland haven
Before the sun shoots its first rays of golden morning light across the crest of the Blackall Ranges, Sally Herniman is quietly slipping on her gardening clogs and padding out the pale pink front door of her cottage to enjoy a sunrise ritual among her beloved beds of blooms. She’s worked hard to establish a whimsically rambling and colourful display of flowers and shrubs not easily reared in her neck of the woods and first light is when they’re at their most glorious. “Every morning just before sunrise, I go to
