Below are a series of photos that were taken during the spring of 2023 in Southern Tasmania, where we spent a week or so exploring the sheltered waters of the D'Entrecasteaux Channel aboard Heart of Gold.

Sometimes you hear a song that sticks with you and becomes a soundtrack for that time. On this trip, Old Note by Lisa O’Neil was that song.

I hope you enjoy the images and I encourage you to check out Lisa’s music. Cheers, Riddy

The wind whistled you in behind the springtime
Float, Old Note, new among my mind

You hold the note, the note just moves to move mine
Let go the note and so move everything

I can't come to quantify the feeling
I was walkin' home half in the dreamin'
The things that I was thinking I was singin'
The wind whistled you in behind the springin'

A star ran rings around the star before me
And spun and swooped and sank in rock beneath me

And mirrored what I've carried since I mеt me
And shot me back into the ground bеlow me

And there I met another note long buried

And sat upon its shoulders was a memory

A home but see, above me's gone so noisy
I almost think I do not recongnise me

Feathered friend, dig up and resurrect me

I long to live among the song of birdies

A lawless league of lonesome, lonesome beauty

Skies and skies and skies above duty

The wind whistled you in behind the springtime
Float, Old Note, new among my mind

You hold the note, the note just moves to move mine
Let go the note and so move everything

I can't come to quantify the feeling

I was walkin' home half in the dreamin'

The things that I was thinking I was singin'

The wind whistled you in behind the springin'