Sweeping beaches, craggy capes and secluded inlets are the hallmarks of Bruny, two islands joined by a sandy isthmus. The holiday villages hold fond memories for generations of Tasmanians. Chugging down the Derwent, the beach picnic at Dennes Point and the long grind home on the ferry were pieces in the jigsaw of my Hobart childhood.

Simple pleasures, half-forgotten, reappear on Bruny: fresh, damp air perfumed by eucalyptus smoke; walking along a beach of off-white, slippery sand, stooping to examine the thick clumps of wet kelp (shiny, dark and rubbery or crinkly and light). Gorging on ripe, indigo-staining blackberries; browsing in an old-fashioned general store which stocks nuts and bolts alongside nectarines.

A return visit in March 2018 has also been documented on pBase by my companion barbarajoy.

Most images taken with Nikon D300 in RAW format. Earlier images scanned from 35mm transparency. All are available for licensing.