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From Melbourne and nearby which has powerful memories of January fires and loss of life, Tasmania has been looking tragic. So far as I know no one we know has suffered. A few years ago Margaret Scott (1934 - 2005), an Englishwoman who settled in Tasmania and wrote poems and fiction and was a loved teacher, retired from Hobart to the country where her house a few years later was destroyed by wildfire. She lived after that only a few years. The Baby Farmer (1990) The Black Swans (1988) Changing Countries : on moving from one island to another (2000) Collected Poems (2000) Convict Trail : Tasman Peninsula and Port Arthur (2000?) Family Album : a novel of secrets and memories (2000) In the shadows [previously published as The Baby Farmer] 2001 Port Arthur : a story of strength and courage (1997) Tricks of Memory : poems (1980) "Uneasy Eden" : peace and conflict in a rural community [pamphlet] (1997) Visited (1983) Margaret's poetry has been featured in a number of anthologies including: The best Australian poetry 2004 (2004) Effects of light: the poetry of Tasmania (1985) New music: an anthology of contemporary Australian Poetry (2001) River of Verse: A Tasmanian Journey 1800-2004 (2004) A writer's Tasmania. Vol.1 (2000) On 08/01/2013, at 2:43 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote: > Hi (No one) > > We used to have active members in Tasmania. I'm not sure we do now. > If there is any one reading there, just thought I'd say how sorry I am > about the fires! If you are caught up in fires, then it's unlikely > you'll be reading this; I am still sorry. > > I have been meaning to say that and getting distracted by > trivialities -- Icarus falling from the sky and the ploughman > ploughing... > > Recent weather in USA and in Russia has been negatively impressive > and I still manage to moan about rain and overcast. It's been mild in > S E Britain. We'll pay for that when the farmers find that nothing we > regard as nasty has been killed off; but that'll be then. We're not > thinking much about that now; and still we're moaning. I am. Much of > my country has been flooded and I live on a chalk hill > > So, anyway, may the fires stop (Prayer of the godless) > > L >