Reflections on geography's daily blessings

Abstract

Each day, I walk with two small dogs around one large circuit that begins in a car park on Queen's Walk at the southern end of Cornelian Bay on Hobart's western shore. To start, our walk is on smooth sandstone gravel. To our left, which is really west‐ish in orientation, we wander past public toilets, a barbeque area, a restaurant popular with locals and tourists, and an adventure playground. On weekends and before and after school drop‐off and pick‐up times, the playground is packed and rowdy; generally, when I am walking it is deserted. Several metres on, we reach a second carpark adjacent to another undercover barbeque area, and beyond that, bearing north, is the old cemetery.