There’s a tradition where I live in rural Tasmania of swapping foodstuffs. It’s an edible black market, dealing in things from the river, the land and the larder. Over the years we’ve dealt in eggs, pork, salmon, venison, wallaby patties, Riesling and sausages. We once gained half a lamb when our retired sheepdog help round … More How to cook a pheasant.
To ready myself for best seller status, I’ve taken inspiration from Jilly Cooper, whose success and property portfolio in the Cotswolds I aspire to. I had that tooth removed specially. Turns out crowdfunding a book is every bit as much of a ride as one of Jilly’s polo novels! Elation one minute, doldrums the next … More Crowdfunding roller coaster
I wasn’t feeling all that resilient about things on Friday night when I reversed into a decorative pillar on the front of our house. The pillar didn’t feel that resilient either, and was shunted out of place at both its upper and lower completely useless and non-structural capitals. However, there is reason to be cheerful! … More Milestone! 33% in 30 days!
River Cottage Australia keeps popping up on my TV. Every time, I marvel that it’s yet another bloke on our screens wondering in the delight of putting his hand underneath a hen and drawing out a warm egg. Where are all the women, I wonder? Do program makers really think it’s just blokes moving to … More The Wife’s Tale
Warning: long blog post with the prospect of middle aged people getting a bit frisky towards the end. Use caution. It’s not often that my Other Half and I find ourselves sans enfant for the evening . So when visiting relatives kindly took our two away overnight during the school holidays, we wanted to mark … More Bombs Away! Geronimo Aperitivo Bar & Restaurant
Butter’s not what it used to be, many people would agree. Olivia Morrison wanted to bring back the true taste of butter that people used to enjoy, when families made their own butter at home. They’d collect the cream from the milk over the course of a few days and as it sat, natural cultures … More Tasmanian Butter Co – the real deal
My only source of knowledge about polo, prior to visiting The Creech in Tasmania, is the Jilly Cooper novels I’ve read. The impression I have from those is that people who play polo are usually Argentinian, born into landed gentry, or live in the English Cotswolds. I’m not qualified in any sense, then. But I’m still … More Polo training at The Creech