We visit there frequently, having first fallen for its savage beauty on holiday there many years ago. At one stage we even owned a house on the east coast at Scamandar with accompanying vague plans to eventually live in it.
But money and circumstance are the masters of many; the house was sold, we stayed up here and time moved on.
With age comes
- Viktoria hated the heat
- the humidity was causing the Android to go mouldy, and
- we were getting tired of playing Corporate She-Devil and Managerial Monster
Sometimes we can just be a little slow on the uptake.
Because we failed completely to learn from our own past experience, we went through the whole rigmarole of looking at existing dwellings first... an old apple shed held us entranced for sometime, as did a magnificent old mill on the Huon River (the glow not dampened even when Viktoria put her foot through the rotten kitchen floor).
Perhaps we somehow imagined that by simple geography we would fit into a Tasmanian house better. Perhaps we were just stupid.
Eventually, we were able to shake of the nostalgic grip of wishing to live in something built before the 1900's, and once more turned our attention to land.
Being ever practical creatures, we found 57 acres of uncleared forest, waterfalls, cliffs and caves at the summit of a mountain range in the Huon Valley, with access by a single lane gravel road, with no town water or power, and with the nearest neighbour over a kilometre away.
It was rural.
It was remote.
It was completely insane.
We bought it the day it was listed.With the Title Deed in one hand and the keys to the caves in the other, all we had to do now was build...
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