Since we turned right coming out of the Tamar River, instead of left toward King Island the west coast of Tasmania, life has been a combination of mad socialising and real estate limbo. We elected to turn right and be a presence in Franklin to try and help things along. On the way we stopped …
Dot points are my saviour. Dot points and antibiotics – they are the things that enable me to make sense of the past ten days. At the dock in Kettering, catching up with our friends on Gusto. On Sunday 24 November I become aware of a little sore just inside my right nostril. All of …
Maria Island is a crazy place, soaked in history, swarming with wombats and kangaroos. It used to have a cement factory, it used to have a vineyard… Now there are mostly ruins. Because of the whims of the wind we bypassed Darlington – the main harbour where the visitor’s centre and main campground – and …
We bade Launceston a sorrowful goodbye… Goodbye to it’s wool shops, thylacine statues, free buses… the lovely Chris from Lady Launceston who let us use the Sea Scout’s pontoon. We moved over the main jetty just to fill up our water and then we were away, heading back down the brown river toward the sea. …
The night we arrived in Launceston I posted to a thread on the Chat 10 Looks 3 FB group and asked if anyone might be able to give me a lift to the last day of the Tasmania Craft Fair in Deloraine the next morning. I had not been able to find any way to …
In my head, the journey from George Town to Launceston takes days and days. I am astonished and disbelieving when M tells me we can make it there in one day. What the? Last time it took us a week or two… He tells me that last time we noodled our way upriver like the …