Where Questions Unfold
There’s a field next to my garden: an interlude of green rolling out beyond my fence, leading down to a place where the predators roam. Dotted with clumps of weeds, tussocks of earth and the odd, straggly apple tree, this paddock is my gateway to the wild, the interface between my humble, domesticated acre and a secret, riverside land of eagles, hawks and serpents. Here, in southern Tasmania, I am literally on the edge of
