Our first motor vehicle was almost a rather stylish De Soto utility, but as my father’s farm diaries record, it ended up being a blocky, dark green Dodge (I secretly yearned for a car, but never mind). The ute was second hand, and I don’t remember how
Read more →My husband Rob arrived home in Blackheath with a new car recently and I was slightly taken aback when he said; ‘We could go for a Sunday drive tomorrow if you like.’ I hadn’t heard the expression since my distant childhood. I grew up in rural Tasmania,
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