AWARD-WINNING PHOTOGRAPHER AT TABLE HOUSE

This weekend we had a fabulous photographer to stay at Table House. Jocelyn Flint is a “postie” and a cowgirl from the wild west coast of Tasmania. She delivers the mail on the West Coast and droves cattle - never without her camera. A few year’s ago her photography won her a trip to ride horses in Mongolia. Last year she won the Advocate Newspaper’s annual Snapshots competition, winning a night’s accommodation at Table House for 8 people (not quite as exotic as horse-riding in Mongolia!). It was her husband’s 60th so they came to celebrate with 3 other couples. (Table House is the perfect place to celebrate milestone events). She’s a cracker of a character and she took some cracker shots around Table House Farm which she very kindly has allowed me to share here. She is quite a woman - aside from being a brilliant photographer. She featured in Tasmania’s Ten Days on the Island Festival this year in a series of very short films entitled “Women of the Island”.

Alan was also very pleased to learn they were a bunch of mad keen AFL Swans’ supporters. ( He’s been a Swans’ junkie for ever.) They watched the footy all afternoon before celebrating into the early hours of the next morning - despite the Swans loss to Essenden!

TABLE HOUSE - LUXURY ACCOMMODATION TASMANIA
TABLE HOUSE TASMANIA BY NIGHT
TABLE HOUSE COCKTAIL LOUNGE
SUNSET DRINKS AT TABLE HOUSE TASMANIA
NUTBALL THE LOVABLE REFUGEE DOG FROM TENNESSEE
SUNSET FROM TABLE HOUSE FARM TASMANIA
SUNRISE FROM MASTER BEDROOM - LUXURY ACCOMMODATION TASMANIA
MORNING VIEW ACROSS BASS STRAIT - TABLE HOUSE FARM
SYDNEY SWANS - BIG 60 BIRTHDAY CAKE

WINTER SOLSTICE SUNRISE

It’s that time of year again when the winter solstice sunrises are an absolute treat.  This year we had a bunch of Millennials and Xennials (most of them journos from Canberra and Sydney) staying at Table House. I offered them a champagne breakfast if they would arise in time to watch this significant event (actually the day after the true solstice sunrise but close enough to count).  The deal was they had to be up and about by 6.15 am ready to watch from the very first red streak on the horizon to the minute the sun bursts out of Bass Strait at 7.40 am precisely.   Sure enough, they all emerged, mostly still in their PJs.  Only problem was, I hadn’t reckoned on the Matildas playing for Australia at the soccer World Cup in France at the same time which totally clashed with my solstice sunrise event. Nevertheless most of them were keen enough to be lured from the nail-biting finale of the World Cup to take pics and drool over the brilliance of the morning.