A very cold night – and a bit strange

We found last night to be a bit uncomfortable.

I was working on the computer for some time so the battery was quite low and the lights were very dim.

We couldn’t start the Generator for fear of disturbing our only neighbor.

All the vans and motor homes had disappeared by late last night so there was only us and one other van at the free camping area on the old wharf.

It was OK – we played chess and went to bed about 9.00pm – but it was very cold and the wind came up through the night very strong and rocked the little home something fierce. It caused all sorts of things to bang and slap throughout the night and we just weren’t as comfortable there as the first night. The toilet on the old wharf was also pitch dark and a bit of a hike to get to in the cold wind so the Porta Potti was inside which is not the best place for it!

We woke quite early and decided not to go back to Burnie or Sulphur Creek but instead we would go back to Devonport for the last 4 nights where we could drive around the few places we’d not seen up that way.

I went for a walk and caught the most awesome sunrise coming up over Bass Strait before we packed up and headed off.

Sunrise over Bass Strait

Sunrise over Bass Strait

Sunrise over Bass Strait - 2

Sunrise over Bass Strait – 2

Sunrise over Bass Strait - 3

Sunrise over Bass Strait – 3

It was a good way to say goodbye to Stanley for the second time as this is one of our very favourite places.

The drive back to Devonport was the most amazing journey as we passed over those rich, beautiful farmlands again with the Lucerne as green as green can be framed by the deepest blue sea and the now clear and sunny sky.

Property after magnificent property rolled by causing us to repeatedly exclaim, “Look at THAT.”

We passed golden sand beaches, some with jagged rock islands a few metres offshore, with pastures of exquisite quality soil, healthy livestock and a myriad of colours rolling down to meet them.

What a place Tasmania is!

What extraordinary colours!

How could landscapes be so indescribably pretty?

We came into Devonport a little sad because we had now done the full circle and we were back where we started.

We decided to shout ourselves an ensuite site for the last 4 nights in Tassie and the managers let us have it at normal price.

How wonderful to have a private toilet and shower.

It’s amazing how little things in life can give so much enjoyment.

After setting up, showering and getting sorted, something that now only takes a short time, we decided to go for a drive to Port Sorrel, about 15 km from Devonport.

Kerrie will describe after I’ve finished as she describes it very well

Back to Devonport and up to the lighthouse on the highest point of the town where enjoyed a feast of colour and sheer beauty overlooking the deepest, clearest sea you could imagine, the warm sunshine and the cloudless sky and all the time those magnificent farms way in the background.

The bluest, clearest waters in the world around Devonport

The bluest, clearest waters in the world around Devonport

We are sad to be nearing the end of our time in this amazing place.

(From Kerrie)

You know when you picture a place or person in your head, an it turns out nothing like it. That was Port Sorell.

It never stops amazing me how clean Tasmanian water is. Port Sorell is situated in the scheme of things like the Pine River, open to the ocean, tidal then going back into the land. That’s where the similarities stop.

Port Sorell

Port Sorell

The water is crystal clear just like everywhere else. You can see the bottom through very deep water.

The sand is fine white, it would give the Gold coast or Sunshine coast a run for it’s money, and the place is clean.

People here seem to take pride in their homes, like most of Tassie, and very little rubbish is visible. OK they do have signs which basically tell you to dob in anyone you see littering so that may help.

The rise and fall of the tide here is huge.

We drove down to the “boat jetty” at Port Sorell, here 4×4’s and tractors are parked with their trailers. You look down and realise the tide comes in here. Don’t get back late from fishing or your car goes under.

Don't be late back from fishing or your car will go under.

Don’t be late back from fishing or your car will go under.

The rocks high up on the sand are covered with baby mussels and must be covered during high tide, a drop of 6-8ft. We found the same at Stanley. All the fishing boats are under the height of the walkways of the jetty’s at low tide and you look down on them, but are well above at high tide, easy 10-12ft difference.

Small black mussels growing over the rocks.

Small black mussels growing over the rocks.

Mussels must e covered at high tide.

Mussels must e covered at high tide.

The  iridescent explosion of colour from the ocean and the green hills is all around. I hope never to lose this colour image in my mind as no matter how many photos I take, it never captures the full picture.

We had bought fish & chips to eat from the local takeaway. He also had beer battered Dim Sims that were very yummy, and way too many chips for the small amount we paid.

A great spot, great food, another perfect day in Tassie.