Hannah and Jonathan from our editorial team disappeared last week in a van to the Tasmanian wilderness for an 'inspiration' trip for our next issue. They forgot the maps, toilet paper and how fucking cold the weather that blows up from the south pole can get. We figured they had done a John Muir and run to the hills as getting in contact with them to find out if they were still alive was proving impossible. Just as we were about to post ads for their now vacant job positions this morning, they stumbled unshaven bleary eyed and smelling of whiskey back in the office. They smell pretty bad and seem to be just talking in grunts and moans but we are hoping the 'nature' will wash off tonight and that photos and stories will follow in the next few days.