Our youthful enthusiasm was starting to falter when a child came out of a cottage with a basket, sent by his mumRead more in the kindness of strangers seriesIt was 1974 and my school friends and I decided to backpack around Tasmania in the middle of winter – go figure. We were three mates in our late teens, without a clear plan.After arriving on the ferry, we hopped on a train owned by a mining company and travelled through the wild and unpopulated Tasmanian west coast to Queenstown. It was all...