When you're alone in a field pulling weeds you have time to think. Ideas race around in your head, muses arrive in the form of tree frogs, crumbly earth or freshly pulled radishes glowing in the sunshine. Thoughts pile up in your head, going around and around, morphing, leading to new ideas and, frankly, making you feel a little bonkers.
ps. Keep your eyes on the TasWeekend magazine in the Mercury, there may be a little of us in there very soon!