38Eugene von Guerard’s nineteenth-century painting of Tower Hill was Vince’s favourite amongst the Warrnambool Art Gallery collection. He loved the majestic perspective and the meticulous detail of the botany. Allan Findlay had told him the picture served as a template for the revegetation of the inactive volcano, which had been denuded over the years by fire, flood, and farming.
Vince had woken just after five, tossed and turned for further twenty minutes, then realised further sleep was a lost cause. So he’d dragged his body out of bed, wrapped himself in his doona, and fallen onto the coach. Groping around in the dark, he’d found the TV remote and loaded up The Night Manager. He knew the series off by heart, but found something about that fast-paced thriller comforting. He again lost h
