Sue bounces up the steps on the isthmus connecting North and South Bruny Island
As you may know, we really haven't planned this trip in advance. We're just making it up as we go along. So it was not because of forward thinking or good planning that we find ourselves in the food bowl of Tasmania, just as harvest is happening. Tonight we are camped on Bruny Island, having arrived on the ferry this afternoon. We rolled off the gangplank and decided to follow the cheese van in front of us. It led us to a cheese factory, naturally, so we bought some, plus some sourdough bread. Then we found an oyster place, and next, a strawberry farm that also sold double cream. Combined with the homegrown tomatoes given us by Basil and Terry, all that made the best camp meal EVA.
In the adorable animal department, this campground is 10 out of 10. First, there are the wood ducks. They waddle up enquiringly in a little group and wack wack wack quietly around your feet until you either crack and give them bread, or they hear some other camper rustling a plastic bag and off they go. Then there are the Tasmanian bush hens, a native species of flightless hen with small bodies, red eyes, big greenish beaks and large legs, their trick is to peck peck peck at the ground until something startles them, then they run off comically on their big long legs with their little wings held out sideways. But the cutest of all are the white wallabies, yes, really. There is a small population here, fairly tame, amongst the regular coloured ones. They are so sweet-faced and fluffy looking, especially the young ones, and they seem to know all about posing for the camera.
A highlight of today has been going to look at Linda's old house near Charlotte's Cove. She and Jury lived there for about 12 years, and built a beautiful stone house which is still the loveliest house in the area. The blueberries they planted are still there too, under cultivation by new owners. We could just imagine falling in love with this area on a day like today.
Well its getting too cold to sit out here and blog any more, especially as I'm just wearing a towel after our early evening swim. It's just awful in Tasmania, awful.
Just one of the four that inhabit the area where we are camping
As you may know, we really haven't planned this trip in advance. We're just making it up as we go along. So it was not because of forward thinking or good planning that we find ourselves in the food bowl of Tasmania, just as harvest is happening. Tonight we are camped on Bruny Island, having arrived on the ferry this afternoon. We rolled off the gangplank and decided to follow the cheese van in front of us. It led us to a cheese factory, naturally, so we bought some, plus some sourdough bread. Then we found an oyster place, and next, a strawberry farm that also sold double cream. Combined with the homegrown tomatoes given us by Basil and Terry, all that made the best camp meal EVA.
In the adorable animal department, this campground is 10 out of 10. First, there are the wood ducks. They waddle up enquiringly in a little group and wack wack wack quietly around your feet until you either crack and give them bread, or they hear some other camper rustling a plastic bag and off they go. Then there are the Tasmanian bush hens, a native species of flightless hen with small bodies, red eyes, big greenish beaks and large legs, their trick is to peck peck peck at the ground until something startles them, then they run off comically on their big long legs with their little wings held out sideways. But the cutest of all are the white wallabies, yes, really. There is a small population here, fairly tame, amongst the regular coloured ones. They are so sweet-faced and fluffy looking, especially the young ones, and they seem to know all about posing for the camera.
A highlight of today has been going to look at Linda's old house near Charlotte's Cove. She and Jury lived there for about 12 years, and built a beautiful stone house which is still the loveliest house in the area. The blueberries they planted are still there too, under cultivation by new owners. We could just imagine falling in love with this area on a day like today.
Well its getting too cold to sit out here and blog any more, especially as I'm just wearing a towel after our early evening swim. It's just awful in Tasmania, awful.
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