Far, far away, there’s a secret place I know
Down, down, way down …..I go
Curiouser and curiouser!
There is magic here….
With each breath, the scented path is clear
To the dreamers, let your heart take flight
Sometimes the path less travelled is the one that’s right
(Apologies to Alice!!)
It’s a strange thing when a solid sandstone farmhouse, built by convict hands in 1823, grabs your soul. I now find myself living on an island at the bottom of the world, surrounded by extraordinary beauty, and extraordinary people. I keep getting asked - why have you chosen to live here? The answer: once you get past the falling in love with a gorgeous Georgian farmhouse bit, is that I’ve found a place where I can dream and live a more meaningful life connected to my creative purpose.
While I still do some city hustling in Sydney and Melbourne for a week or so every month, I get to escape down south to a little pocket of Tasmania, located about 25 minutes north of Hobart, where I’m building my “paddock to perfume” farm.
Here’s a little glimpse of my adventure so far...