Picnic at Hanging Rock

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It was a cloudless summer day in the year nineteen hundred. Everyone at Appleyard College for Young Ladies agreed it was just right for a picnic at Hanging Rock.

After lunch, a group of girls climbed into the blaze of the afternoon sun, pressing on through the scrub into the shadows of Hanging Rock, ascending further, higher, until at last they disappeared. They never returned.

Reviewed by Kate Young in Slightly Foxed Issue 66.

Hazy Memories about Hanging Rock

KATE YOUNG

I have been reading aloud from Picnic at Hanging Rock for three hours when my friend touches the window beside her. I do the same; given the blasting air-conditioning, it seems impossible that the glass could be so hot. But it is – we have left behind the breezes of the coast, and the cooling altitude of the mountains. This is the Australian outback, 400 kilometres south-west of Canberra, and it is 44 degrees in the shade. We pull over and step out, and the heat hits us like a wall . . .

Extract from Slightly Foxed Issue 66, Summer 2020

Lindsay, Joan

Hazy Memories of Hanging Rock

Kate Young on Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock

I have been reading aloud from Picnic at Hanging Rock for three hours when my friend touches the window beside her. I do the same; given the blasting air-conditioning, it seems impossible that the...