Wet and wild weekends may be flooding the Spring in Tasmania though hardy souls traipse on. They blaze trails and make a celebration, where otherwise nature and loneliness roar alone. Loudly and soft- footed into Lee’s Paddocks. Cattle once hoofed here and were herded by horse. Now grass might grow seeds. Hannah and a crowd group together for a birthday- out- bush. She even does the hula. She loves it.