Tahune Airwalk

The morning was shrouded in mountain mist and the cold mountain air was refreshing but not freezing as we breakfasted early on crumpets with honey and hot coffee.

The aromas of the waking wet forest hung in the air and the subtle scent of burnt timber from the campfire last night made a pleasant addition.

The campfire site

We walked through the misty morning forest conscious that we were the only humans for miles that were awake. The only human inhabitants of the area apart from ourselves were Barry and Christine and the unknown inhabitants of another motor home some distance away.

All around us was a serene silence broken only by the sound of the rushing Huon river in the distance and the birds of the forest.

As we walked through the magnificent mosaic of colour tinged with mist we marvelled at the huge perfectly straight towering Stringy Bark trees and the ancient tree ferns that bordered the walking track.

It was time to thank God again for the wonderful opportunity to experience this early morning scene.

By the time we returned Barry and Christine were awake and after another hot coffee we entered the Tahune air walk.

The walk is actually a series of walks of varying distances but all are easy and each on offers a unique experience of the ancient Tahune Forest where the magnificent Tasmanian trees grow abundantly.
Huon pine, the most popular tree for boat building due to its workability and its natural resistance to rot is still in abundance here as are the Black Heart Sassafras, King Billy Pine, Blackwood and Celery Top Pine comprising some of the most beautiful timbers on earth.
Walking through this unique part of the world is to experience more than just another forest.

A strange tree dwelling troll who pops up as people walk by to frighten the sh%$t out of them!

Every step of each track takes you deeper into a natural wonderland that could turn even the hardest nosed logger into a tree lover.

The whole walk is accompanied by the ever present rushing of either the Huon or the Picton rivers which converge at this point. They are both beautiful rivers fed from the rain and snow high up in the unreachable, rugged mountainous regions to the west.

The mighty Huon and Picton rivers

Huge trees that could have fallen to the forest floor hundreds of years ago and have finally been flushed from their death scenes to lie in the rivers.

High above the trees and the river

The air walk itself is a spectacular trek along a suspended walkway high in the tops of these giant trees. It enables a view of the forest canopy that could never be enjoyed from the ground. The walkway culminates in a suspended ledge that reaches far over the forest and looks down to the point where the Huon and Picton rivers meet.

The scenery is absolutely breathtaking.

Breathtaking scenery as you walk

The rest of the walk winds through this enchanted place past ferns, trees and streams. It crosses over swing bridges and through stunning natural archways of trees.

A series of swing bridges travers the rivers

Kerrie has become fascinated in the very special beauty and the diversity of colour, shape and texture of the fungi that clings to both the fallen and the living trees.

Kerrie adores the fascinating formations of the forest fungi

Her photographic skills are being honed by her desire to capture these wonderful structures.
She now averages between 300 and 400 photos per day and spends a lot of time culling and searching for the shots that replicate closets what she has seen with her eyes.

Beautiful fungi growth – check out the image gallery for more stunning formations

We spent most of the day in the forest and frankly could easily have stayed much longer soaking up the natural wonder of it all.

We made our way back to Geeveston and then out to the tiny village of Southport where we would stay a couple of days and use as a base to visit points further south that would be largely inaccessible by the caravans.

After settling in we wandered down to the combined General Store, Post Office and pub to warm ourselves by their blazing fire.

We found a hospitable and friendly atmosphere mixed with travellers like ourselves and locals and we had a marvellous time laughing and joking in the warm atmosphere while enjoying a couple of cold beers.

This was another wonderful day in Tasmania.

The big free camping trial.

The big free camping trial.
After a later start than normal we headed of toward Huonville in the Huon Valley where we arranged to meet Barry and Christine. The road was hilly and winding but as usual the Nissan and the Van performed faultlessly.

The scenery was awesome.

The leaves of the trees are in the early process of changing colour and of course this part of the world has trees in super abundance so the scene that passes the car window is an ever changing patchwork of spectacular colour.

There are also forests on the way to Huonville, beautiful forests, with magnificent ferns and huge trees.

There are also apples. Apples are everywhere.
Roadside stalls sell apples very cheap because of the abundance of them in this area.

Arriving in the little town of Franklin we lunched beside the pristine, clear cold water of the Huon river while watching wooden sailboats sail past.
We took great pleasure in visiting the Wooden Boat Building School.
This is a unique school that teaches the fine art of boat building by coordinating students willing to pay for the course with customers who want a very special hand built wooden boat and skilled qualified teachers.
The public pay a small fee to browse and watch the boats being built.
This is a really satisfying experience for anyone with any interest at all in boats or building in timber.

There is something satisfying about watching a precision craftsman at work.

You realise that mechanised automated systems can never replace the work of a true craftsmen and true craftsmen really do frequent this school.

Pure Craftsmanship!

The boats are built of the local timbers of the region – Huon pine mostly, (arguably one of the very best of all the boatbuilding timbers), Blackwood, King Billy Pine, Tasmanian Oak, (Swamp Gum by it’s real name), Sassafras and Celery Top.
Run your hand over the timber joinery of these beautiful boats and you’ll not be able to feel the joins, not the slightest hint that you are feeling anything but a solid hunk of timber, yet you can see the joins.

Pure craftsmanship!

At 80 years old Adrian is still building boats here as he did at 20.

Timber boats seem to signify this town as do apples and pears and other fruits. Franklin’s original reason for existence was as a port to ship produce to Hobart on river boats and one can easily imagine the bustle of daily life back at the turn of the century.

Coming across the little town of Geeveston we discovered the artist’s centre where stoped to admire what must be some of the most unique pieces of furniture we’ve ever seen. Especially taking our interest was a magnificent bedroom suite made of Blackheart Sassafras. The craftsmen had skilfully blended the black inner grains of the timber into the doors and panels and framed the rest of the unit in the clear outer section of the tree.

This Artist’s Centre is well worth a visit when passing through Geeveston.

Pure Craftsmanship again in this Blackheart Sassafras cupboard

On we drove toward the Tahune Forest where we wanted to take the famous Skywalk tomorrow.

The “Lookin Lookout” near Dover on the way to the Tahune Airwalk

We were told there was free camping available at the Arve River Picnic Ground but found it to small even for our little van for the night let alone Barry and Christine’s motor home, so we drove to the Skywalk where there is supposedly free camping for 24 hours in the Information Centre car park.
This would be the big test for us as it would be the first time we spent a totally self sufficient night.

The first shock came when they charged us 20 bucks per car and the site was just a sloppy, muddy car park.
This was probably our first Tasmanian rip off.
Twenty dollars for staying the night here is ridiculous especially considering that every one who stays is going to spend the money on the Air Walk and other facilities.

Even $5.00 would have been acceptable.

We did go exploring and found a much better spot by the Rangers hut with a BBQ fireplace attached to the lodge and sheltered place to park.

The ranger told us we were welcome to light the BBQ pit so before long we had a roaring fire going and the chairs arranged around in an idyllic setting where we excitedly arranged to have a glass of wine and talk beside the warm and rather romantic fire.

Things didn’t quite work like that as we tried pulling out the annex roof just as it started to rain a cold mountain rain.
What is normally a quick, easy procedure turned into a drama as one side jammed and even with Barry’s help we couldn’t get it down.
Standing up on the toolbox in the half light, cold rain pouring, trying to work out where it was jamming when you can hardly see the damn thing and having the broken ribs protesting was not fun.

Barry finally spotted a small rivet which was causing the jamming and we finally got it down.
Wonderful, now all we had to do was to light the gas on the fridge.

Here I am lying on the ground with ribs now starting protest violently as the broken bones that were hitherto in the early stages of self repair began to part again, in the rain that turned the ground into a mud bath.
I cursed my own stupidity for not perfecting the gas lighting earlier.

Kerrie was trying to help but of course frustration frayed tempers to the point where I took to abusing the fridge and everything connected to it.

It was then that I found a power point!

Close to a hut near where were parked was an external power point!
We didn’t need to lose the contents of the fridge after all!

Hallelujia.

Excitedly I got all the crap out of the back of the ute in the pouring rain to get to the power cable and run it over to the hut only to find it’s the wrong connection.
Now we have an adapter for just this very situation and I thought it was in the tool box in the ute so out comes more crap, the ribs finally parted fully as I hauled the 100 ton toolbox out and rummaged through it.

NO ADAPTER!

Well by this time I’m ready to start walking back to Brisbane.

The %$^&*** fridge will just have to stay like it is and spoil the food.

Barry wisely ran for cover to his warm and inviting motor home where Christine had prepared a nice meal for him from food from a FRIDGE THAT WAS WORKING.

After replacing the stuff in the ute as best I could I planted myself down in the van in pain and disgusted at the entire world.
Then I thought about the other tool box where I put the things we are likely to need for easy access.
Out I go again, open the box and the adapter was there where I put for easy finding!!!!

So at least we had a fridge and a heater and jug as well.

Things got instantly better and the walk back to Brisbane faded in its attractiveness.
After a nice meal of chicken schnitzel and a joint decision to give the romantic camp fire scene a miss due to the drenching rain we settled in for a warm bed a handful of painkillers and a book.

Apart from a mysterious rocking of the van and heavy footsteps on the roof at 1.00am, (probably a giant prehistoric possum), we had a lovely sleep.

Barry and Christine arrive.

An exciting day to day because Barry and Christine arrive for their 10 day holiday.

We saw them!!

The arrival lounge at Hobart airport seemed to light up with the glow of Barry’s smile and his ruggedly handsome appearance. Just to grip his hand and hear that voice in his “How are ya Chris”, greeting warmed the heart.

Christine’s smile also stood out over the other travellers as she excitedly spotted us and ran to meet us.

At 47 she can still makes most 25 year olds look aged.

It was a lovely moment for us bringing our thoughts to all the other family and friends we so dearly love in Brisbane.

The weather was fine and warm for Barry and Chris’ arrival, as it has been for most of our adventure, and as we drove the short distance to pick up their motor home it was easy to pick up on their excitement about their holiday.

Christine And Barry arrive

Stopping at Rosny on the way back to New Norfolk so Christine could buy groceries gave me the opportunity to have coffee and a catch up with Barry, and Kerrie was able to buy us each a hotty, (hot water bottle), in anticipation of some colder nights as we headed south.

After settling the motor home in at New Norfolk we had a glass of wine and nibbles and a BBQ dinner as we discussed what we were going to do tomorrow and where our journey would take us.

We are going to leave fairly early and meet up at Huonville and then to Franklin on the Huon river where we will visit the Wooden Boat Centre.

Even the ribs seemed to be little less painful after spending the evening with Barry and Christine, or was it just the wine‘s anesthetisation?

Royal Tasmanian Botanical gardens and 7 Mile Beach

Today we toured the Royal Tasmanian botanical gardens.

These gardens are spectacular!

The trees with their wonderful mosaic of colour create a frame around the soft velvety green lawns that just invite you to lay on them.

The Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens – Framed by spectacular trees.

The colours and the varieties of plants from across the globe are beautiful and the gardens have a serenity and peace about them that forces you to relax and appreciate the wonders of creation.

Trees from every corner of the globe

Visiting Pete’s Patch at the gardens was a big highlight for us as we had long anticipated seeing this vege garden which forms a foundational part of the ABC’s gardening Australia show.

We always eagerly watch this show and love Pete’s Patch.

Seeing the actual garden did not disappoint.

It was stunning.

The climate, the soil combined with the vast gardening knowledge, first of the great Peter Cundle and currently of Tino Carnevale make this a vege gardeners paradise. We always eagerly watch this show and love Pete’s Patch.

Seeing the actual garden did not disappoint.

Climate, the soil combined with the vast gardening knowledge, first of the great Peter Cundle and currently of Tino Carnevale make this a vege gardeners paradise.

Pete’s Patch – A big Highlight for us

I have to confess to breaking the rules of not picking the veges as a couple of the most beautiful cherry tomatoes were just dangling enticingly at at eye level just begging me to sample them.

It was worth it.

The apples screamed out, “Please eat me!”

They were utterly delectable, as were the raspberries and the apple that called out to our taste buds.

Kerrie was mesmerised by the delicate explosion of colours from the fuscias and the scent from the roses which hung everywhere.

The explosion of colour from the delicate Fucias

The scent from the roses was everywhere

This is a truly beautiful place!

After the Gardens we visited 7 Mile beach along the costal extremes of the city.

7 Mile Beach

Then it was back to Constitution dock where we had fish and chips for a late lunch.

The fish was Blue Eyed Trevally which we purchased from one of the unique floating fish shops at the dock. It was thouroughly delectable .

Another fantastic day in Tassie!

Mt Wellington, then to Hospital

Getting of to an early start we headed to the Saturday Salamanca Markets in Hobart city.

These markets have very wide recognition as being special in the world of markets our expectations were high.I am probably not the best person to write about markets because frankly, “Seen one seen ‘em all”, is how they affect me.After the Eumundi, Victoria and Chandler markets Salamanca was OK but still markets.As with most markets the main thing that stands out is the amazing talent and diversity of people.Salamanca produced this in abundance.And the Salamanca market is big.It was an enjoyable time but a typical market experience for us.

We then headed off to Mt Wellington the rugged but beautiful mountain that dominates the city of Hobart.

The 21km drive to the summit takes you through temperate rain forest to a sparse but beautiful sub-alpine environment with rock formations carved by the extreme weather.

The rugged Mt Wellington summit

The panoramic views of Hobart, Bruny Island, South Arm and the Tasman Peninsula are utterly spectacular.

Hobart from Mt Wellington

The present road was blasted from rock during the Depression (1932), around the same time that the Sydney Harbour Bridge was built.

Although the ribs prevented us from partaking of the many bush walks on the mountain we were still content to soak up the mountainous environment and the awesome views.

We need to visit the Mountain again both on a crystal clear day, as the view of the city and surrounding areas would be wonderful, and when it s snowing as it would be amazing to see this wild place under snow.

After descending the mountain we drove to the Hobart hospital as it was time to get the ribs looked at. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t move without pain.

After Kerrie delightedly relayed the dumpster dive story amongst fits of laughter to the staff the diagnosis of a broken rib was made. They gave me some pain killers and the helpful advice that absolutely nothing could be done and the next 2 months would be very painful and uncomfortable.

This is not a good outcome!

Staying in New Norfolk for a bit

The little home – Oh so comfortable in New Norfolk

Well, we are still in New Norfolk where we’ve decided to “Hole up” till Barry and Christine arrive on Tuesday and from there we’ll explore the south of Tasmania and Bruny Island.

The last few days have been spent paying the price for the stupid dumpster diving episode.

I should have rested the rib cage but after fixing the adjustable legs and lifting the bumper while laying on my back under the van I seem to have made things worse.

We went to Hobart to pick up the jack handle we had extended.

We recommend this bloke, (Adept Sheetmetal – 0412 070 457), if you ever need a small steel repair job done in Hobart. He was not only extremely helpful, very reasonably priced, (he only charged us $10.00 when I would have thought $50.00), and he was just a darn nice bloke.

We also checked out a few other places in Hobart and started to form an overall impression of this city.

The impression is good.

It’s a place that appears to the traveler to be prosperous, vibrant, clean and inviting.

As usual the Tasmanians are prideful of their city and very friendly.

We have noticed that many Tasmanian drivers, we’ve called them Tasmaniacs, like to travel right in centre of the road.

Why? Who knows?

This is particularly interesting on narrow winding roads with sheer drops such as climbing up mountains.

Diesel fuel in Hobart is the same price as Brisbane. We thought it would be more expensive but in some places it is actually cheaper.

Food costs also compare very well with home.

I was able to spend a couple of hours wandering around Constitution dock taking in the boats and ships.

The Sea Shepherd whaling protest ship Bob Barker was berthed after its latest journey to the Antarctic to disrupt the Japanese whale catching operations.

The French Antarctic research icebreaker the Astrolabe was in also.

The French Antarctic Research ship Astrolabe

There is a fascinating mix of commercial and leisure vessels of all sizes and ages at Constitution dock and I thoroughly enjoyed wandering amongst them while Kerrie carried out some business and shopping in the city.

I’m a bit concerned because the old ribs feel like a red hot spear has been inserted into them.

Reorganising, repairing and rethinking.

We’ve now been living in our little home for 3 months and 1 week and we’ve been on the road full time 6 weeks.

It really seems much longer probably because of the tremendous variety of things we have done and places we have been. Every day of the last 6 weeks has been crammed full of new experiences.

The last 6 weeks have also enabled us to work out what we need to do to improve the van and the way we do things.

So for the next 5 days until Christine and Barry arrive we will use the time to sort everything ready for the next phase of the adventure.

A couple of things that have broken needed to be fixed.

The most important was one of the back adjustable jacks that steady the van when we’re parked. We had these installed during the reno of the van thinking it would be easier than the old original wind up jacks.

The adjustable steadying jacks

It was jammed and useless and we’ve had it tied up with wire since Waratah, (another use for Shauno’s wire he gave me before we left).

The trouble is we had to remove the bikes, the bike rack, the spare wheel and the rear bumper in order to get to the leg.

This is an awkward job at the best of times but with being in agony with my ribs after the dumpster dive it was very difficult.

However we got it done. After removing the leg I discovered the pins that click into place to hold it were bent and unable to find the holes they click into.

After some surgery carried out with a hammer on a tree trunk, I was able to straighten the pins and after a good dose of grease and oil it was replaced and bumpers and bikes put back together.

We then took our jack handle to a metal workshop where we got 320ml added to the length. This will make adjusting the jacks easier and prevent the skinned knuckles when adjusting the front right jack due to the handle being too short to get under the tool and battery box we had fitted.

Although suffering in pain for the rest of the day we were so pleased we got that thing working properly as we feared we might need to redo the legs at more expense. I did get the original jacks from where they were stored at David’s while in Brisbane just in case.

Hint…
If you are ever in a van park and you see someone trying to do a job like this – Leave them alone!
Stay away till they’re ok unless they ask you for help.

This nice, well meaning bloke came up as I was laying in agony under the van struggling with the bumper which incidentally is very heavy. Even though it was obvious that I was fully occupied and concentrating on a tricky job, the bloke just stood and talked.

Well meaning but infuriating.

We purchased an OzTent ensuite so that we can have a shower and toilet as the next phase of our adventure will involve free camping for 95% of the time.

We were told by many experienced users not to even look at any other model but the OzTent.

We also added a Porta Pottee to our furnishings after finding one that ha
d a large exit drain.

This was also the advice of a large number of free campers as the later model Pottees have drain tubes with narrow openings. This means if you use a bit too much dunny paper you risk the whole contents getting stuck in the tube requiring a very messy operation to free it all.

We also added a 12v shower pump that clips to the van battery and a 15 litre sealable bucket that will double up as the shower water container and a washing machine.

By putting your dirty clothes into the bucket, adding water and detergent and standing the bucket in the Ute while travelling you have a highly effective washing machine. We already have a collapsible clothes line.

Next we reorganised the Ute so that we can fit the 2 KVA Honda generator we will buy when we get back to Melbourne. We will need this to power the air conditioner we will also fit in Melbourne in preparation for the journey north.

We saw a great setup being used by some free campers beside the lagoon at Bronte that we are tossing up whether to use.

They had a fold down 3 legged steel tripod with a chain that they hung a large billy on. They simply made a fire got water from the crystal clear lagoon and boiled it in their billy.

The camping tripod

The fire also made a cosy place to sit by and they could also roast spuds and other things in it at the same time.
We can buy the tripod from a camping place in Hobart.

Finding a suitable billy is not easy though. We wish we had picked up our large stainless steel pot from Brissy as this would have been perfect.

This elderly couple had been around Australia 4 times mostly free camping so we think they know a thing or two about it.

Kerrie also got some new walking shoes and she has been wearing them constantly, finding them perfectly comfortable and great for walking.

So after this week we will be ready to free camp the rest of the way around Tasmania using caravan parks only occasionally to catch up on washing etc.

Back in Hobart.

It was good to be in Brissy for a couple of days but it was also good to back “home” in the wee van with Kerrie.

The connecting flight from Sydney to Hobart gave me yet another opportunity see the funny side of people.

I was sitting in my seat after boarding contentedly reading a book when in comes the passenger who would occupy the seat across the aisle from me.

She was a very pretty woman, about early 30s and was almost wearing a black dress.

It was probably more like a very wide belt more than a dress actually.

With all sorts of bags and packages it made for a very amusing few minutes of entertainment watching the antics to try to get seated and organised.

The makeup bag would go one place hand bag another, then that would be changed and she would get up and go through the whole drama again, each time displaying almost every millimetre of her very shapely body to all the other passengers as if performing on a stage.

After finally getting settled, muttering to herself all the time, her adjoining passenger turned up, a male of similar age.

As he was in the window seat we all got another performance from the woman as she got back out of her seat to let the man in and then repeated the entire organisation thing again.

The man on the other was trying to force his eyes off the black belt the woman was wearing in place of clothing.

As she bent over to pick up her bag from the floor the man almost had to catch her boobs as the wide belt simply could not contain them within it’s tiny confines.

We, the other passengers, on the other hand got the rear view whilst trying unsuccessfully to appear disinterested.

From the moment the woman finally got settled she started.

She hit the man with a non stop babble that every passenger for five rows forward and back could hear.

It was to be a 1 hour and 20 minute non stop one way conversation about the most inane and pathetically irrelevant tripe you could imagine.

Within the first few seconds of the babble session out came the make up bag.

As the plane took off and leveled out to the strains “Well then I said… and then SHE said… and so I said…”, the woman opened up her rather large makeup kit and removed a tin of crème from which she removed the lid.

She then proceeded to rub the ointment into her long shapely legs.

On and on the sensual massaging went.

Every millimtre of leg got the treatment.

The legs parted as far as possible in the confines of the seats, so that even points so far north that most people would never see unless engaged in the most intimate of moments got treated.

During the entire process the babble continued.

Of course the male next to her was beside himself.

He was trying desperately not to be affected by the whole scenario and trying to politely listen to the babble though obviously not hearing a phrase.

On and on the massaging went as the smell of the crème permeated the entire cabin.

I caught the expression on the face of a hostess. It was a priceless mix of macabre interest and ill disguised contempt.

The man next to me was stunned.

He tried to look out the window but even the most interesting scenery far below was not enough to stop his head constantly turning to the self massage next door.

I felt like buying him a drink to stop his tongue from drying out as it hung unconsciously out of his mouth.

I turned around and the bloke behind me had eyes wider than a pudding bowl and could not even pretend not to be fully engrossed in the performance.

I was sure I saw him miss a few breaths.

The 45 minute massage finally drew to a close allowing every male within range time to recompose.

Although the massage had ceased the babble continued and this time out came the eyeliner and hand mirror.

The paint job that followed lasted for the entire duration of the rest of the flight without a word of a lie.

Every man,(and the hostess), must have been secretly satisfied when we landed as the woman had no coat and the intelligence level obviously had not been sufficient for her to look at the temperature in Hobart.

As she disembarked with only that ridiculous wide belt to protect her the 16 degree temperature hit as did the icy wind blowing in straight from Antarctica and the accompanying freezing rain.

The 1 hour eyeliner job immediately fell into disrepair in the driving rain and the screams were raised above all other sounds as the icy wind found no resistance at all as it invaded every nook and cranny of the body.

Man people are funny!

A very painful dumpster dive.

We were on our way from the van park in New Norfolk to the airport in Hobart for my business trip to Brisbane.

We had decided to use the opportunity to take home the dehydrator.
It has a high cost in room compared to possible usage.

We needed to wrap the unit so spotting a Home Centre with a Harvey Norman store we thought they would have discarded cardboard boxes out the back.

Spotting a large dumpster we peered in to spot not only the perfect cardboard box but some bubble wrap.

“Get that bubble wrap”, prompted Kerrie on seeing this unexpected bonus near the bottom of the dumpster.

Following orders immediately and without question as usual I haul my 120 kg of bones and fat onto a small ledge at the side of the dumpster and, with a deftness normally reserved for someone half my age, pull my bulk up the rest of the way to the top of the dumpster.

Hanging like a giant dooner on a clothesline

As I leaned over I knew that I was at a ridiculous angle, with my head pointing to the bottom of the dumpster, bum level with the top and legs flaying about in mid air that must have appeared to the Harvey Norman workers who were now gathering to watch like the lower branches of a giant oak tree pointing out from a huge trunk.

For all this herculean effort I still couldn’t reach the prize of the bubble wrap in the bottom of the dumpster.

A rethink and another approach was required.

I somehow hauled my head back up by particularly violent thrashings of the legs so I was balancing on the side of the dumpster on my stomach like some macabre giant ballerina performing Swan Lake.

Unfortunately I couldn’t make the full descent back to the ledge because as the balance of my outstretched bulk began to lower my rib cage got caught on the dumpster edge.

There I was hanging like a giant dooner pegged to a clothes line.
Unable to lower myself backwards and knowing full well that to lower frontwards again would spear me head first into the bottom of the dumpster.

This would require removal by forklift from the Harvey Norman boys who were now appreciating the diversion from their hitherto dull lives.

The lightning bolts of pain now surging through my ribs as 120 kg was applied to the bones at the bottom must have dulled what happened next as I managed to somehow unpeg myself.
I then went into the ridiculous process of trying to make the onlookers think nothing was wrong and I fully intended all this to happen.

After getting the bubble wrap out with a fishing rod and packing the dehydrator I settled in to the realisation that the next week or two was going to be spent in agony pondering the fact that age doesn’t always make every decision you make a wise one.

Relaying the story to Kerrie of course bought her to her knees in tears of laughter completely disabling any ability she may have had for sympathy and causing her to conjure up imaginings of the humour value if I had made it all the way into the bin.

A day cleaning

Well I didn’t sleep as well last night, the caravan was too quite…no snoring.

They say rain is coming but I’m not so sure on that. They discribe their rain on the forcast as “sprinkles”. From what I rain I have seen that means by the time you have figured out the noise on the roof is rain it’s gone.

Anyway I started the day washing everything I could find, clothes, inside walls, outside walls, annex and the car. The old man next door said in all the years of marriage he never let his wife wash the car. Where  was my husband? I did not want to tell him I’ve only seen Chris wash a car once and that I did it all the time, so I told him he was away on business and I was lost today. He was happy with that explaination.

Now I must admit I love the changing colours of the Poplah Trees but I have now decided I never want one in my yard. The mess they make. The annex is full of the leaves as they blow in. The manager runs around on the mower picking them up in the mornings but if the wind is blowing forget it.

Sweeping the leaves out is a full time job.

The walking path around the river is enjoyable except for the 50 stairs near the beginning. At least there is a landing half way up so you can have your heart attack in peace.

If I do this every day while I’m here I should get better, fingers crossed.

The river meanders around the Town or should I say the Town is built around the river.

There are so many duck and swans along this river and all the way into Hobart where the river meets the ocean.

Ducks on the river.