june
“WHAT! ARE YOU all lily livered sissies?”* This was the message my phone blinked at me from Lucy to our walking group Tough Old Goats. To give her due, she’d just woken after coming off night shift in the Emergency Department at Hobart Royal where she and three others in our group work as nurses. When she had left for work our (12 months in the planning) trip to walk the Tarkine Coast was set to go. She woke to find a frenzied mess of messages between the other five of us about the horrible weather conditions forecast to hit the west coast of Tasmania in
