I am currently working on a novel set in colonial Tasmania and based on a period in the lives of my great-great-grandparents.
Hobart 1878 – a vibrant town drawing people from every corner of the earth where, with confidence and a flair for storytelling , a person can be whoever they want. Almost.
Harry Woods arrives in Hobart from Western Australia to join his aging father who he hasn’t seen in over thirty years. The old man’s health is failing so Harry takes over his role as mountain guide, taking hikers from the Springs to the pinnacle of Mt Wellington. He falls in with the Thompsons, a boisterous not quite respectable family, and begins a slow courting of one of the daughters, Ellen, a vivacious young woman, half his age with a six month old baby.
Ellen is drawn to Harry who is courteous in a way few men have been before; his enthusiasm for life makes his age irrelevant. Despite her fierce attachment to her family, Ellen dreams of marriage and respectability.
Although Hobart is a place where a person’s history isn’t closely questioned, the past has a way of making its presence felt.