Swansea in January The Tassie stone cottage is haven from Sydney heat, the garden roses weave a morning collage and “Which beach?” replaces smartphones as the day’s most pressing demand. Freycinet by boat on a gentle day shows the blue clarity of Wineglass water, the curved lines of whalebone beneath a dark contrast to wheat-hued sand. We return motley pink from reflected sun bouncing off water and champagne. Stopping off for supplies in town there is eye contact, and questions about our day. Though summer, at night we light a fire, making damper that oozes butter and toasting marshmallows till…