Memories Out of Season


October 27, 2013

Memories seem to attach themselves to certain places.

When I think back on my years in Australia, I invariably wind up at the farm at Barwon Downs. It was owned by Graeme’s brother and sister-in-law who made it freely available to the rest of the family.

Lying in western Victoria, two hours outside of Melbourne, it had a 100-year old farmhouse set in the middle of 60 hectares, where we spent many weekends—a place of immense solitudes, with equal parts intimacy.


I especially enjoyed the winter months there, when storms would roll across the flat landscape while we were tucked away inside: a fire going, a crock pot of savory something cooking, both of us in our books, listening to the thunder overhead and the rain pinging on the metal roof.



It’s where I did a lot of my early writing on The Legacy of Emily Hargraves and Tales of Tokyo, when they were both still sprawling stories, threatening to go nowhere.