Last weekend Harry and I flew to Hobart airport, picked up our hire car (a Mitsubishi Outlander)
and drove to the Tasman Peninsula stopping en route to have a look at the tessalated pavement.
If you look really carefully at Harry dancing, you’ll see the rainbow behind him. With windy, blustery and showery weather, it was a weekend of rainbows.
We stayed in a restored convict workshop, weird to enjoy all the luxury and comforts (spa bath, central heating) while thinking about the lives of those that had gone before.
We’d stopped on our way from the airport and stocked up on fine Tassie produce including the best oysters from Barilla Bay.
The views from the window were wonderful, we watched heavy rain showers come across from the warmth inside.
On Saturday we drove to Fortescue Bay and walked out the track to Cape Hauy. Despite some showers which seemed to pass north of us, we managed to stay pretty dry relishing the freshest air and the stunning scenery.
The rainbows coming from the south brought squalls ahead of them.
Back at the Cascades Colonial Accommodation, I wandered around. The old cell block was pitch black inside, the only way I could see anything was to illuminate the space with a photo flash.
The farm had been a big grower of apples until Great Britain joined the EEC in the 1970s. Many Tasmanian orchards were bulldozed after this.
Sunday saw us enjoying the drive along unsealed roads to the old coal mines area and the serene and calm beauty of Lime Bay which we had all to ourselves.