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=Welcome to the Writers' Camp Wiki= On the pages that follow, you will find the genius revealed by a week at "Willowbrook", near Daylesford in the company of Michael Pryor and Sue Saliba. From Woodleigh, we meandered up to Hanging Rock, via the scenic route ... Sunbury (birthplace of the Ashes - more about THAT later!), and Macedon. The day was cold, the wind icy, the clouds threatening. Hanging Rock looked every inch the place of legend: a place where errant schoolchildren could disappear without a trace. (We should be so lucky!) halfway up the rock, we got snow. Tiny flakes swirled and danced on gusts and eddies like airy jewels. Very cold airy jewels. The top of the rock ... or rocks was, as always spectacular ... a bushranger's eerie, a dreamtime sacred place ... Willowbrook brought more snow flurries, which melted as they landed. As always, the half-circle of cabins, with the towering gums at their back was both homey and remote. The nearness of the wild was enhanced by the giant gum tree which had lanced right through the roof of Cabin 1 two nights earlier. After a first workshop, we repaired to the warmth and comparative luxury of "THC" in Daylesford, for pasta and wedges that just couldn't be beat! According to Aaron, the chips were less easy to stomach! Michael Pryor ran an enthusiastic and productive series of workshops on Tuesday, fuelled by some excellent coffee, thos I sez it meself wot shouldn't. The day was beautiful: fine and sunny with no wind at all. Predictions of tempest were awry, it seemed. Not so. Sue Saliba arrived as the rain began, and returned home at the end of the day with no voice at all, after having to out-shout the rain pummeling the corrugated iron roof of our makeshift classroom. Each evening concluded with a "share" session gathered around the truly excellent woodfire in Cabin 4. It was the only home-fire that kept burning all week. Coincidentally, it was the only cabin that was warm all week. Co-coincidentally, it was the teachers' cabin. Speaking of woodfires: If you must de-ash your firebox, don't use a wicker basket, nor leave it on the veranda. Just a tip. Thursday morning brought plummetting temperatures, but sunny skies for the trip home. And today, in a shift from the sublime to the sublime, we enjoy the sylvan surrounds of Woodleigh to complete and publish our work.