Celebrating Aussie boozers on the bottom island: my blog post

Australia Day, on the bottom island

I’m continually pumped full of story ideas after dipping into the wild spots of Tasmania.  Here is a short “Aussie day” excerpt from my new short story “Ritual Camp”, dreamed up at Sandy Cape.  A very Tasmanian tale, for Australia Day.

 “My people; there is verification of us, our time here at the camp site.  Dull aluminium rings that rip a mouth hole into a beer can; they’re everywhere.  Shells and fish bones, coal fire places and chequered wheel ruts.  A sign we’ve been continuing to visit our summer camp on the coast.

It is mid- afternoon and my sister hands me the first beer of the day.  We’ve hydrated with tea and the kids have nailed a quarter of a watermelon and are back in the dust building roads with their plastic machinery and a man-size shovel.  The crack, then hollow hiss and spewing tide of beer bubbles is reminiscent of where the tannin- stained creek meets the ocean foam at Sandy Cape.  All feels right in the world but we wouldn’t know otherwise…”

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Author: Lucy Taylor

Explorer of writing and place, with roots in the beautiful North West coast of Tasmania. Mother of wild boys, and wife of another. Blogging for another place to write about things that interest me and guide me. Also working on a novel and available for freelance copywriting in spare moments.

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