(From Anne Layton-Bennett’s blog)
But the analogy holds given that during the closing weeks of 2021 Tasmania – and particularly Launceston – lost three of its finest people in Tim, Annie and Peter. They were all leaders in their field, and were truly lovely, caring and generous individuals. I feel privileged to have known all of them, albeit not necessarily well, or for lots of years.
So in memory of all these impressive people: renowned poet, writer and environmentalist Tim; dancer and cultural icon Annie; and Peter: writer, horticulturist, gardener extraordinaire, and champion of the environment, this tribute is for you as well as Stuart and Ruth.
Read the post in full at Anne Layton-Bennett.
(Also read Anne’s reflections on her continuing love affair with Tasmania, written at the height of the pulp mill controversy in Tasmania and published in Famous Reporter in 2012).
We all have roots, and after twenty-two years mine are now firmly established in Tasmania. After all, I’ve spent – almost – more of my life here than anywhere else. And despite that initial reluctance to move, my roots – like mature tree roots – are now deep and well dug-in.
As is my love affair with Tasmania. Which is why, like so many others, I’m hopeful those firm handshakes across the forestry roundtable will ultimately succeed in uniting Tasmanians by permanently closing the emotional chasm.
But my affinity is also with the trees, and I’m no longer a wavering, transplanted sapling. Because I live in the Tamar Valley, with the daily uncertainty of Gunns proposed pulp mill a constant and malignant threat, rather like those ancient forest trees I’ve grown steadily stronger, more steadfast and resolute. Determined both to ensure this tentative, fragile peace will last, and that a pulp mill will never threaten the vibrant beauty of this valley.
Read the essay in full at Planted in Tasmania