Adventure Scrapbook #3

Canoeing on Browns Rivulet, Kingston.

Therapy dog Lexi wants to drive.

Talking with the Montrose Bay goose.

Walk and talk at Cornelian Bay, New Town.

GASP pink window got broken, now looks beautiful in a different way, Elwick.

A bandana from Project Hahn. The organisation where I learnt wilderness group work.

Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos next to the track at Geilston Bay.

kunanyi from Risdon Brook Dam.

Gum tree in blossom, Dodges Ferry.

Therapy dog Billy on his day off.

The Australian Bushfire Emergency.

How can I help?

I personally was caught in, and deeply affected by, the Dunalley fire of 2013.

Below is an account I wrote at the time, with some pictures.

I am surprised right now that this was seven years ago. My memories and emotions are as fresh as they were then. This for me is an indicator of how others have been affected, how they may be feeling, and how long they may be affected. This is no small or short term thing, of which I’m sure you have awareness. Recovery is now a big job, with no assurance that the situation will not get worse before it gets better. How to deal with something of this scale? Quality information on what those effected actually want/need could be a very good starting point.

What to offer from a therapy business/field in these unprecedented circumstances is something that I have been considering. In Tasmania we copped it last year and this year we have been more remote from the centres of the disaster. This on initial observation appears to mean that there are not many people directly effected seeking therapy solutions here. This of course is very hard to read and could change at any point. There is effect and potential trauma in being connected to those effected, by being a part of the national community, by exposure to media, and having been effected/affected in the past.

I offer myself as a practitioner (part of a nationwide group of such practitioners) who is capable of understanding the scope of the situation, and create safe space to talk about what happened and what is needed.

Some links for assistance:

Australian Government link:

Red Cross link:

This link to ABC RN Life Matters show 29/1/20 is a beauty, relevant to everyone, with a focus on children:’s-bushfires/11906806

AABAT (Australian Association for Bush Adventure Therapy) link:

My story from January 2013:

The Inala Road Fire.

There had been a bushfire on the horizon the night before. In the morning there was some smoke in the air, but no fire. We set up the boat, hooked it to our car and headed down to Marion Bay to get some surf. It was a warm morning that was quickly becoming hot. We found a nice half metre wave breaking right and left on the outside sandbar of the Boneyard, the name of the surf break at the Marion Bay Narrows. We surfed for an hour or so then up-anchored and cruised back to Boomer Bay, passing through curious and pleasant walls of increasingly hot air the closer we got to the boat ramp. Not a sign of a bushfire anywhere to be seen. At the ramp we went to our usual routine of securing and tidying the boat for the trip home. When we were almost finished I noticed that the people of the house nearest the ramp car park were scurrying about doing something. Once again, curious, I thought.


The hill in the background is the hill west of Dunalley, about an hour or so before the fire hit. No sign of a catastrophic fire.

We headed up the road to Dunalley to buy ourselves a pie or four, as some of the crew were very peckish. At the turnoff on to main road there was a policeman and his car. He said there was a bushfire, and the road back to Hobart was closed. We turned left, which was the way we were going anyway, and made for Dunalley to buy our pies. At Dunalley the bakery was closed, curious. We went to the small service station and store at the top of the rise. They have pies. And sure enough, they did. As we stared into the pie warmer the owner of the shop appeared from outback. His demeanour was at fever pitch. “Could we have some pies please?” “Are you crazy, the whole town is being evacuated, I can’t sell you a pie, you need to evacuate immediately like everyone else.” “It would be good if we could buy some pies first?” “No.” Out on the main road we met another friendlier man who asked if we had had a good surf, and said that everyone was evacuating to the hotel car park. We jumped in the car and headed in that direction. At the swing bridge that crosses the canal there was another police car, with a policeman attempting to give directions to an arrogant local ex-politician in a new sports car. We drove up the small rise out of the canal, and as I was about to turn into the hotel car park, which was already more or less full of cars and people, I looked in my rear-vision mirror. I could see the two tall hills that sit to the north of the town. Atop the hills was a plume of smoke as massive as any plume of smoke I had ever seen in pictures of volcanoes erupting. In front of the smoke was a wall of flames at least thirty metres high, and probably more like forty-five. This I had seen before. In nineteen sixty seven, when I was five years old, the very day that I first started school, my home town of Hobart was threatened from all directions by catastrophic wildfires that burnt up to and into the houses surrounding our city. That day I had travelled to town in the back seat of my mother’s car to pick up Dad from his workplace. We were taking him home so that he could join an army of similar fathers. They were to beat at the flames with wet hessian sugar sacks. They saved the town, those fathers with wet sugar sacks. I looked at the flames in my rear-vision mirror, and I thought, how exciting, how incredible, how very, very dangerous. I said to my young crew in the car, “We’re not staying here, I have seen this before, when I was a five year old boy, and it ends badly, we are going.” As we drove off toward the next town, Murdunna, I explained where I had seen this sort of incredible fire. As my family returned across the big high bridge that crosses the Derwent River at Hobart, back in nineteen sixty seven, I, sitting with my brother and some of my sisters in the spacious back seat of Mum’s Austin 1800, I looked around me to the hilltop horizon that adorns the city surrounds of Hobart with just such treed beauty. Atop of every hill, every hill, I could see flames rising, maybe thirty, maybe forty-five metres into the air. We pulled into Murdunna shops, and refuelled the boat and the car. A fully fuelled boat might be becoming useful. We bought ourselves some pies, and sat in the early afternoon heat outside the main store. By this time, back along the road, the fire had burnt through Dunalley township, jumped almost a kilometre across the bay to the south, and ignited the peninsula we were now on with the same ferocity with which it had arrived. Much of that town was now contained in the smoke plume. We could no longer see this smoke, and we did not know of the damage done. Car traffic passing the store began to increase, and one car pulled to the side of the road opposite. “The fire has jumped to this side, and is coming down the road” “Oh, thanks for letting us know.” We climbed back into our car and left. From the waterfront outside Taranna, two townships down, we watched across the bay. We could now see the enormous smoke cloud, which simultaneously, and unanimously filled us with a primal excited joy, and a gut stirring fear. The youngest of us, my sixteen-year-old son, appeared to be unsure of what he was looking at. “That’s Dunalley, the town we just left, that’s it, up in the air.” I explained, and then had to say it again before he realised what I was saying. We did not know that no one had died.


Our view of the fire from Taranna, as we evacuated to Port Arthur.

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My short story was included in the ‘pop-up’ Show+Tell January 2013 Bush Fires exhibition at the Forcett Hall (near where the fire started) on 19 and 20th November 2016. It took years for people’s personal stories to come out.

A few more pictures related to the story:


A picture taken by my wife from our family home in Dodges Ferry. As we evacuated from Dunalley to Port Arthur the rest of my family evacuated from Dodges Ferry to Hobart. We had minimal contact for three days as phone lines, mobile network towers, and power infrastructure were destroyed by the fire.


A view of the smoke cloud from the beach at Port Arthur. When we arrived we needed to tell people on the beach that a catastrophic fire was on it’s way.


We self evacuated by boat from Slopen Main Beach on the Tasman Peninsular back to my home in Dodges Ferry three days later. At the family shack at Port Arthur we had had to have hourly rotation of someone awake watching for smoke and fire throughout the nights. In the background is another boat evacuating. There was a large and constant flotilla of such boats over the three days of the fire.


The smoke cloud above Dunalley from Park Beach.



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Alfie the therapy dog looking majestic after a walk and talk at Montrose Bay.


A pic from a few years ago. We are launching a friends Balinese sailing jukung at Midway Point.


Me meeting a quokka at Rottnest Island, Western Australia. They are quite used to people getting close. Yes, I had my promo tee shirt on for the shot.


Walking and talking in the tranquil surrounds of the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens in Hobart. We spent some time checking out the bright coloured flowers in the nurturing space of the Conservatory.

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A little panorama. Walking in Shag Bay at the East Risdon Nature Reserve on a warm day. Lots of Tasmanian birdlife to be encountered. We have seen over thirty species here.


Late season snow at Carr Villa hut, Ben Lomond National Park, Tasmania.


We paddled out together to Little Spectacle Island in our own kayaks. This activity builds self reliance in a safe environment. And it’s heaps of fun if you are up for it.


An adolescent blue tongue lizard looking for food on a hot day beside the track at Geilston Bay. We also see bronze skinks, and mountain dragons!


A summer’s day walk and talk on Park Beach, Dodges Ferry. Calming, reassuring, and mixed with the joy of being here.


Alfie’s sister Lexi doing her apprenticeship as a therapy dog on the coastal track at Lewisham. She is doing just fine.

A Gentle Approach to Adventure Therapy.



I am giving this presentation at the upcoming Australian Association for Bush Adventure Therapy forum, “Turning Over A New Leaf”. The forum is an annual event. This year it will be held in the Numinbah Valley in South East Queensland.

This is the abstract for my talk:

A Gentle Approach to Adventure Therapy.

One to one walk and talk adventure therapy in the outdoors, observations of an ascent into gentleness from five years of practice.

For the past five years I have been exploring a modality of adventure therapy whereby I have been working with clients one to one in outdoor settings in the nature filled environs close to our local capital city of Hobart in Tasmania. These environs range from paved walkways, parks, beaches, and shared waterways, through to genuine wilderness that is part of our South-West Wilderness that connects with the edges of our city.

I am working from my background in person centred counselling, somatic (body centred) psychotherapy, and fifteen years of bush adventure therapy group work.

I am working with walking and talking, or perhaps canoe paddling and talking, nature contact and mindful nature immersion, awareness, personal responsibility, and safety and gentleness.

After the grand adventures, and physical risk taking of my group work, this presentation focuses on the growing inclusion of gentleness and intimacy into my work with others.

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I offer person centred and somatic psychotherapy informed adventure therapy in walk and talk form for adults at beautiful outdoor locations around Hobart, Tasmania.
This form of therapy and counselling can be helpful if you are experiencing personal grief, relationship issues, a challenging life experience, anxiety or depression, the effects of trauma, a workplace issue, or any other matter you would like support with.


Go Paddling in a Canoe with a Therapist, why would I do that?



The therapeutic space, held by a practiced and competent therapist, is an emotionally safe and confidential space.

If we embark on a small adventure in this space it adds wellbeing values to our experience. If the adventure is canoeing what is this adding to our session together?

We are on the water, being supported by it in an unconditional way. We have a mutuality of respect where the sea gives us this kind of support, and we respect the power and the beauty of sea, and take care, and respect our limits in order to best keep the session within the scope of wellbeing. We are exercising our bodies in a gentle, shared and immersive way. We are allowing our breathing to be regular and focussed on being courageous, and enjoying of the moment. We are in direct contact with the elements of the day. The temperature, the wind, the light, the radiance of the sun on our bodies. We are literally immersed in nature, with kind intent. We are encountering the other animals that live in this environment. All these things are adding to our therapeutic, wellbeing, healing experience. And we have time to talk through some things as well.

This activity is adventurous, and is open to and achievable by a wide range of people. Age and experience need not be a barrier as the outrigger canoe is very stable and easy to learn the basic skill of paddling. I provide all our necessary safety equipment. I am a trained and skilled paddler.


Having a relaxed chat about what’s happening as we are held by the sea, and the landscape.


We may encounter some of the locals.


A seal swimming along in front of our canoe.


A different seal swimming past the water’s edge. I have found them to be gentle and inquisitive.


An eagle flies by, followed closely by a silver gull keeping a close eye on her.


At Geilston Bay we even have a resident goose.

We can share a canoe, or take individual canoes. This activity is weather and season dependant. In summer the water is about 22 degrees celsius so ok for most people. In autumn and spring it is about 12 to 14, and in winter about 8. Outside summer we need to dress appropriately, and use the outriggers on my canoe so we definitely don’t need to be in the water!


I can transport our canoes to cool spots to go for a paddle.


Sometimes Alfie the therapy dog, who is passionate about seafaring, comes too.


We can jump out for a rest and a look around, before heading back.


We can experience the river at different times of the day.

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Nick Hall, adventure therapist.






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I offer person centred and somatic psychotherapy informed adventure therapy in walk and talk form for adults at beautiful outdoor locations around Hobart, Tasmania. This form of therapy and counselling can be helpful if you are experiencing personal grief, relationship issues, a challenging life experience, anxiety or depression, the effects of trauma, a workplace issue, or any other matter you would like support with.

Nick Hall