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IN TASMANIA, summer lingers deliciously into March. The days are warm, but the nights are cold enough for a blanket and even a fire (though this is much disputed in our household). Ahead of us, the autumn jobs – classing and crutching ewes, putting out the rams, sowing new pasture for spring – are like a ballast. After a busy, unpredictable