Hands on at Zoo Doo Wildlife Park
If you had told me a few months ago that I would feed a lion while holding my three month old babe in arms I wouldn’t have believed you. On our recent trip to Hobart and surrounds I expected to…
If you had told me a few months ago that I would feed a lion while holding my three month old babe in arms I wouldn’t have believed you. On our recent trip to Hobart and surrounds I expected to…
I had heard plenty about historical Hobart Town. Many of the old stories were grim – convict escapees that had turned to cannabilism, brutality and genocide against Indigenous Tasmanians, bushrangers at odds with authority in a remote outpost of the British Empire. I knew that the city has done much to cast off its mantle…
Think back to your childhood. Was there an experience that indelibly influenced your view of nature? Mine was visiting the Redwood State Park in California as a four year old and marveling at the giants of the North American forest. I sought to recreate that experience for my own kids, in an Australian context…
To me it felt a little like visiting an opium den – one where I was greeted by a cut-out of the Caramello koala. Perhaps as a woman battling 12 extra kilograms of baby weight and a recent gestational diabetic it was unwise of me to visit the production site of my one true weakness.…
If there is one word that describes Port Arthur it is paradox. Port Arthur was established in the early 1800s for the housing and rehabilitation of re-offending convicts transported to Van Diemen’s land. Most convicts were rural poor or from urban slums who had engaged in property theft – viewed harshly by British law. At…
I wish I was an earth-mother, really I do. Instead my kids are saddled with a type A personality, suburban professional as a mum. One reason I travel with my kids is a recognition of what I don’t offer them in our daily lives. Funnily enough it is the simple things they miss out on…