Glamorgan-Spring Bay

A raised bed in the courtyard, a community garden or simply swapping cuttings and seeds: gardening connects generations. People without a garden of their own are often happy to share a bed. Do you have plants, tools or …

Snow and ice are a real challenge for older or unwell neighbours. If you're clearing your own path anyway, you can often do a few metres more. Sharing a bag of grit between several houses saves effort too. Who in Glamor…

Moving for training or university is exciting, but it can feel a bit lonely at first. Sports groups, choirs, youth clubs or volunteering are great ways to meet people quickly. And sometimes just saying hi here is enough…

Sport doesn't have to mean pressure. Bouldering, skating, volleyball in the park or running with friends: the main thing is that you enjoy moving. Many clubs offer free taster sessions. What sport is popular in Glamorga…

Festivals, customs and small rituals connect people across decades. Which tradition in Glamorgan–Spring Bay Council means the most to you, and do you take part yourself? Tell us about it in the comments!

So many nice things happen that never make the papers: a lost wallet returned, a new shop opening, a lovely celebration. What good news from Glamorgan–Spring Bay Council would you like to share this week? We look forwar…

A sunrise over the rooftops, a front garden in bloom or a funny sign: home is full of great pictures. Show us your best photo of the week from Glamorgan–Spring Bay Council and tell us briefly where you took it!

Glamorgan–Spring Bay was established on 2 April 1993 after the amalgamation of the Municipality of Glamorgan and Municipality of Spring Bay. The council derives its name from the region of Glamorgan in Wales. Glamorgan–…

Glamorgan–Spring Bay Council is a local government body in Tasmania, situated on the central east coast of the state. Glamorgan–Spring Bay is classified as a rural local government area and has a population of 4,528, th…

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, B…

[The Tyger] Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand [or del.] & eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Burnt in distant deeps or skies. The cruel fire of thine eyes? Could hea…

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out…

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I c…

REMEMBER me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future th…

Then all the charm Is broken—all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other. Stay awhile, Poor youth I who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes— The stream will …

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that…

OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeon…

I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my be…

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. 5Men marched asleep…

“To be, or not to be: that is the question.” — William Shakespeare