On a grey, long winter weekend, we drove up into the Dandenong Ranges to do a getaway-cation in a yurt. Somewhere, the cold is prettier and the air smells of wet eucalyptus and woodsmoke. Every trip of ours starts the same way: a small ceremony of leaving the city. It’s usually shakshuka at Tall…
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