One World to Another

Halfway along Tasmania’s wild west coast, the tidy town of Strahan lay at our doorstep, its single street reflecting a golden age when ships of sail loaded copper ore at a rough timber jetty and log jams of giant Huon Pine and King Billy littered its black waters. Banyandah now lay upon those same waters looking like a toy boat adrift on an alpine lake with the town’s federation colours painted on the green forests adorning the slopes.

In the silence of dawn, all seems at peace - until looking skyward. Darkening wisps of mare’s tails are being whisked off bare rock peaks, and at that moment our true predicament is revealed. There’s trouble here in paradise.