Dear Friends,
On 16 August 1991, my husband Alain and I left the wine-growing region of Nantes for Tasmania in Australia.
Except perhaps for a few vague stories about devils, I knew very little then about this mysterious island nestled in the Roaring Forties south of the Australian mainland, last human habitation before reaching Antarctica.
We arrived on 18 August in the middle of winter and settled into a cottage infested with spiders, scorpions and other indigenous creatures on a deserted track. This was the beginning of our adventures - sometimes funny, sometimes moving - which eventually turned me into the Tasmanian I am today and are recounted in my book entitled :
"A FROG IN THE BILLABONG" |