Beneath the brilliant blue sky and a blanket of late summer time humidity, Ulverstone drowses. The inexperienced fields of the beautiful north Tasmanian coastal city, with streets of wood Edwardian villas, wilting a bit of within the warmth, gardens blooming round them, a excessive road with ye Englishey sweets and frock outlets, appear out of time, stilled. The sepia pictures on its cafe partitions, males in collars earlier than naked church buildings, present a spot that was as soon as a bastion of Methodism and is now a centre of evangelism. Stern and safe in itself, nothing it appears might disturb its calm.