Snow swirls around the mountain. The wind howls around the house and there’s a big pot of soup on the stove. I should be doing Tax Returns as it’s the end of our financial year, but I have instead become engrossed in the story of Lady Jane Franklin (1791 – 1875) , since visiting her delightful “temple” stuck in the middle of what still looks pretty much like a kangaroo paddock. Dusk at "Ancanthe" being restored to its former glory You simply have to admire a woman who could look at a bit of raw bushland where the kangaroos roamed freely and decide that what the brutish convict colony needed most was a Greek Temple where Art and Culture could flourish. That, however, was by no means her only gift. If I could, I would make a movie about her life. It would have everything - adventure, passion and pathos, daring, intrigue, triumph and tragedy, except a Hollywood ending. Side view - small but exquisite and perfectly proportioned In the few sh...
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