Cousin Jack

Tasmania

Bruny Island

The Tasmanian landscape was the constant backdrop to the first 20 years or so of my life. It is stunningly beautiful, awesome, rugged, wild, and primaeval, torn northward from Antarctica as ancient Gondwana broke apart. The climate is driven by…

I was born a stranger in a land down under Downunder, a descendant of generations of Cornish miners and thousands of years of Celtic culture.
This history was lost to me until recently and has become something of an obsession. I’ve been delving into matters ancestral for a while now, researching both ends of the mystery of how I came to be born and raised at the far end of the antipodes.

It’s not the end of the world, but you can see it from there.
As I research, I come across all kinds of interesting snippets, thoughts and ideas. One of which is to make a page to share some of them with a broader audience.

I’m a Cousin Jack.