Tassie in the Spring - October 2023
21 November 2023 / Senia & Bob, Brendan & Anna, Marina & John, Ann & Bryan, Lena & Wes, Franchesca & Ian, Stephen & Tania, Barry & Robyn, John & Chrissie, Lesley & Peter
TASSIE IN THE SPRING 15th to 30th of October 2023
The adventure begins! Twelve Months in the Planning by a crew of 20, with many hours of research, each day put together by a different couple, giving us many adventures we would not normally experience. This is the diary of this fabulous adventure.
Senia and Bob Gaunson, Marina and John Farmer, Barry Pope and Robyn Blood, Ian and Franchesca Fenn, John and Chrissie Zaremba, Bryan and Ann Hicks, Brendan Barr and Anna Nietner, Steve and Tania Griffin, Wes and Lena Hill and for a few days, Peter and Lesley Willing.
Sunday 15th and Monday 16th October 2023 – TASSIE IN THE SPRING
Day 1 and 2 – Illawarra to Geelong
Senia and Bob
We headed off bright and early on Sunday the 15th of October 2023, meeting on Picton Road, 8 cars loaded to the hilt, you could feel the excitement build as Tania took a video of the procession ready to go, and we were off, zoom zoom!
A short break for lunch and to visit the Dog on the Tuckerbox in Gundagai and we were away!
We arrived in Albury around 3pm, with short breaks for refreshments and to stretch our legs along the way. Our home for the night, the Albury Manor was an interesting array of medieval / tudor style architecture and furnishings, four poster beds, coats of armour and good quality reproduction furnishings everywhere. We managed to find a delightful courtyard for fivesies, followed by dinner in the manor. Breakfast the next morning was a pleasant surprise, expecting a continental brekky, we were treated to the full hot and cold breakfast to get us on our way.
Everyone was ready and rearing to go at 8.30am with a side trip to look at an MX-5 just a little way out of Albury. The young man that brought the white NC for John Zaremba to look at must have wondered what was happening when he drove to the agreed side of the road to find six MX-5s (and a couple of ring ins) waiting for him! Everyone gave their opinion of the NC (most not favourable), so after a drive, we were on our way to the Hunters Tryst pub in Beveridge for lunch. This was a hotel on our way, who were kind enough to open for us especially, with pizzas for lunch. Lots of photos were taken of the Ned Kelly memorabilia, and we were on our way to Geelong and the Spirit of Tasmania.
We arrived in Geelong to be greeted by a smiling Anna, she and Brendan had made their own way to the Spirit and were queued and ready to board the Ferry. After a wait that felt like hours, we were moving and boarding the Spirit of Tasmania, only to stop at the next stage while Customs made sure we had no contraband (fresh fruit, veggies or firearms). He did find a leaf below our wipers and wiped it away to make sure we weren’t carrying any bugs.
Finally, we were on the ferry and scurried off to check out our rooms and claim our “lounge” where we managed to have fivesies on the high seas. Most of us decided to forego dinner in case the seas were rough (which they were, however, the ginger tablets, copper bracelets and other sea sickness aids got us through the night without mishap).
Tue 17th October 2023
Marina and John
Day 3 Devonport to Launceston.
Our boat arrived in Devonport on time and the departure was seamless. Our first stop was at McDonalds in Devonport to regroup and decide which driving option we wished to follow for the day.
Most people opted for a walk at Mole Creek and Liffey Falls. The drive to the Creek was lovely and everyone was filled with excitement!! However, the walk was not clearly marked and after some scrambling around, following a wombat track and picking up a leech or two, it was decided to abandon the walk and head to Deloraine for a much-needed coffee.
Three other cars had decided to head straight to Deloraine via Anvers Chocolate shop or Raspberry farm and then a walk through the historic town was in order. This group had unfortunately already departed before the Mole Creek gang arrived.
Lunch was at Beauty Point Hotel. Some of the group managed to squeeze in a visit to the Platypus House before eating. Lunch was eaten while enjoying a lovely view of the Tamar River.
After lunch we headed for Launceston, first stopping at the quaint Swiss village of Grindelwald, a representation of a Swiss Alpine Village.
Some of the group managed a quick run around Cataract Gorge in Launceston before proceeding to our lovely accommodation at the Country Club. No time for golf, but good to relax and get ready for our next exciting day.
Wed 18th October 2023
Day 4 Launceston to St Helens
Barry and Robyn
Barry decided we needed some proper MX-5 roads, so he took us along some lovely Targa Tasmania roads towards the Sideling Lookout. From here we headed towards Scottsdale and onto Legerwood. This small town lost many of its young people in WW1, which they commemorated in fabulous chainsaw carving of trees along its main road, depicting scenes of soldiers and a story of war.
From Legerwood we headed towards Pyengana for lunch at the Pub in the Paddock, where we were treated to delicious seafood and local pies. At the rear of the pub we visited the pigs in the paddock, who were quite friendly and ate chunks of grass from Tania’s hands (last time we were there, the pub fed the pigs beer scraps, but this was no longer promoted, probably not very good for the pigs!). Pyengana is also home to a fabulous cheese shop where provisions were purchased for that night’s fivesies by Robyn.
We arrived at the Panorama Hotel around 3pm where we were pleasantly surprised by the river views from our rooms and the very comfortable lounge they allocated to us for fivesies. Some of us had our first taste of Tassie scallops that night for dinner, leaving us wanting more!
Thurs 19th October 2023
Day 5 St Helens to Bicheno
Franchesca and Ian
Being less than half an hour away from the Bay of Fires, most of us braved an early start before day break to head north to “The Gardens” at Binalong Bay to see the rocks come alive at sunrise at the Bay of Fires. Senia, whose bright idea it was to head out early, was a little nervous about the drive, with stories of dirt roads and four wheel drive only terrain, however, the road to “The Gardens” was fully sealed and afforded a good car park and access to the beach to see the sun rise and we made it without getting lost in the dark, those upgraded maps in the MX-5 were definitely paying off. Definitely a worthwhile early rise with the lichen covered rocks being bathed in rich ochre and reds as the sun rose over the ocean.
Our remaining, sleepy crew met us at a more civilised hour and we were on our way to St Helens and Fingal, where we visited the remains of a small convict cell, then back to St Helens for morning tea, and to check out a local Op Shop. Some beautiful drives along the Elephant Pass and we arrived at the Lobster Shack in Bicheno where we were treated to some delicious lobsters and numerous other seafood delicacies (have we mentioned that Tassie seafood is delicious?).
While the Bicheno Beachfront couldn’t offer us a lounge for fivesies, we weren’t to be thwarted, finding a little sun trap on the grass behind our rooms where our first Trivia Challenge was won by Brendan, Anna, Barry and Robyn (very closely followed by Lena, Wes, John and Marina).
Dinner at the Bicheno pub was not comparable to the lobster we had at lunch.
Fri 20th October 2023
Day 6 Bicheno to Port Arthur
Senia and Bob
After losing a couple of our starters due to unforeseen circumstances, Senia and Bob stepped in to coordinate this day of food, history and ghost tours.
We headed off early in search of the elusive “best vanilla slice in Tassie”, to Ross. And yes, they were spectacular, we even purchased a few for our adventurers who were heading in different directions. Ross was not only spectacular for vanilla slices. The historic Ross Bridge, built by convict labour in 1836 is the 3rd oldest bridge still in use in Australia. From the bridge, we walked along to the Female Factory to view the remaining buildings where female convicts were brought to give birth and look after their babies.
From Ross we continued along the Heritage Highway to Richmond to view another historic stone bridge, as well as the oldest remaining Catholic Church, built in 1836. We had intended to stop at the Oatlands distillery, however, lunch and Lesley and Peter, who joined us for part of the journey, awaited in Richmond, so we had to pass. The Richmond Café served delicious scallop pies, something we were determined to try wherever possible.
On our way from Richmond to Port Arthur, we took a little sidetrack to visit Doo Town, at Eaglehawk Neck. This quirky little town with almost every shack having a Doo attached to its name (such as Doo-Me, Dr Doo-Little, Doo-Nothing etc.) is surrounded by amazing rock formations known as Tasman’s Arch and Devils Kitchen.
Onto our accommodation at Port Arthur (another Tudor style building, can you see a trend here?), for an early dinner, in anticipation of our Port Arthur Historic Site Ghost Tour. A few of our crew took the day tour of Port Arthur Historic site as well, probably a much better option as it turned out.
Our tour guide certainly had some stories, but unfortunately it wasn’t our night to see (or feel) a ghost, although there was a guest along with us who I suspected may have been a ghost of residents past with his beard, tights, skirt and heavy boots.
Saturday 21st October 2023
Day 7 Port Arthur to Hobart (Salamanca Market Day!)
John and Chrissie
After almost a week of wonderful weather Saturday, dawned gloomy and raining but it didn’t dampen anyone's spirits. Far from it. We were all looking forward to the highlights of Hobart. We met for a briefing at 8:30, most people were doing their own thing, and making their own way to Hobart
Bryan and Anne, went to Richmond bridge and found a great coffee shop there. A few of us traveled together along the Arthur highway, passing through Eaglehawk neck, and then on the Tasman Bridge over the river Derwent.
We were all rushing to get to the Salamanca markets, which was still running, despite the drizzle. Quite a few of us made use of the free parking at our hotel. From there, it was an easy walk down to the markets. There were lots of craft stalls, food and drink, including the alcoholic kind. In fact, we know someone who did their own distillery tasting tour by making the most of all the free samples.
There were also lots of craft stalls, including many varied wooden crafts. We were also lucky enough to stumble upon a free cooking demonstration inside the Tassal salmon centre.
Chrissie and John with Wes and Lena used one of our entertainment vouchers and got a two for one vanilla slice and coffee. They definitely rated near the top -very yummy.
People did various things during the day. Brendan and Anna took in the spectacular, sexy and special delights of MONA.
Barry and Robyn descended on Murphy's Irish pub which was near our hotel. Marina and Ian took a walk around battery point taking in the beautiful architecture. A lot of people made use of the shopping centre with Target, chemists, Woolworths and of course an op shop. Some people did the mundane thing and made use of the hotels lovely laundry and did their washing.
Dinner was at the drunken Admiral on the harbourside. Most of us walked there ,even though it was a little drizzly. We chose the restaurant partly because we got a discount with our vouchers, but what an atmospheric place. To say that it was quirky is the understatement of the century. There were marine artefacts of every description, and everywhere you looked. You felt as though you were dining in a museum. Food was very good too, lots of yummy seafood dishes.
We meandered back to the hotel where we took over the lobby of our floor -in front of the lifts- Much to the amusement of the other guests.
There we continued to imbibe in alcoholic beverages and chocolate cake to go with them. This was instead of our happy hour or fivesies, as we had a very early sitting at the restaurant. It was great to recap the wonderful day we had all had, and to share our various activities.
Sunday 22nd October 2023
Day 8 Hobart Hop On – Hop Off Bus (or Free Day)
Lesley and Peter
While some caught up on some badly needed washing, the rest of us took advantage of the sunny day to visit Mount Wellington, and what a sight! The windy road, challenging even for an MX-5, took in some breathtaking views, with the pinnacle providing an amazing vista all around Hobart. A local guide congratulated us for being there that day as it was the first fog free day they’d had in weeks! Absolutely stunning!
Some of us travelled around Hobart taking in all the amazing sights, while others hopped on the Red Hop on Hop Off bus for a visit to Cascade Brewery and a ride around the city (including THE BEST Tassie Scallops of all at Constitution Dock while we waited for the Hop on bus driver to have his obligatory break!)
Senia and Bob managed to get an upgrade to a suite for this day and everyone gathered for delicious fivesies provided by Lesley prior to our dinner at the Shamrock Hotel, which was an easy 450m walk from our hotel. Artur and Charlotte were able to join us at the Shamrock for dinner, so the rest of us could catch up with them, a noisy, fun evening. We were all in bed early in preparation for a big driving day to Strahan in the morning.
Monday 23rd October 2023
Day 9 Hobart to Strahan
Bryan and Ann
When we were heading to Geelong, Ann handed each of us an envelope and a keepsake spoon memento of our journey (Senia's was of the Dog on the Tuckerbox in Gundagai, loved it ). We were not allowed to open the envelope as it held a clue on something we had to do on their run day, today. Mad dash in the morning to find the envelope (which was still in my handbag where I put it) in readiness for today’s run.
We were due to stop in a little place called Ouse, but fortunately for us, Ann and Bryan decided to take us to a quaint little place called The Quilted Teapot in New Norfolk instead. This was a converted church with all sorts of interesting craft and (I’m told) best scones around (Tania got the last one!). Here we all opened our secret envelopes and carried out all types of photo bombs such as “photo with a stranger”, “hug a tree”, “pat a dog” and took some of the best MX-5 photos, after we managed to get the big yellow truck out of the picture. From New Norfolk, we headed off towards “The Wall in the Wilderness”, an art gallery / museum of sorts, where wood carving artist, Greg Duncan, created amazing three dimensional sculptures depicting scenes from the Central Highlands of Tasmania from Indigenous people, Tasmanian flora and fauna, the war years and beyond, an amazing place.
We had a delicious lunch at Derwent Hotel which was old and quaint. We then drove to Lake St Clair which was so serene and peaceful, breathtakingly beautiful. A few of our crew headed off to cross a suspension bridge, Frenchman’s Cap, which could only have one person crossing over at one time. Very wet underfoot but great experience. Others headed to Strahan where they checked into our accommodation overlooking Strahan. We had a quick stop at Queenstown to take pictures of the interesting and artistic murals painted on the motels walls. Stopped at Strahan IGA which was large and very well stocked for Tasmanian cheeses and biscuits for fivesies. Having travelled over 300km, we settled for drinks and pizzas in front of our rooms, rather than making our way back down the hill as it was cool and drizzling.
Tuesday 24th October 2023
Day 10 - GORDON RIVER CRUISE – all aboard!
The gentle cruise along the Gordon River into the Huon Pine region turned out to be a little more rough than I remember it previously, so it was good to get off on Sarah Island and walk around for an hour or so with our tour guide, who was also part of the play that continues the story of Sarah Island, “The Ship that Never Was” at Strahan. The majestic Huon Pines are protected these days, only removed if they fell naturally. The story of Sarah Island is fascinating, depicting the convict prison island that became a shipyard. Over 100 vessels were made by skilled convict labour on Sarah Island, including “The Frederick”, the last ship made on there, stolen by 10 of its’ makers in 1834 and sailed to Chile. The story of ‘the Ship that Never Was’ tells the story of how this was done, unfortunately Anna was the only one that managed to get to the play, the rest of us settled for dinner at the pub.
Wes decided not to join us on the cruise, but opted for some interesting walks around Strahan, and completed over 13,000 steps along the way!
We managed to get a reservation into Hamers Bar for dinner, which was buzzing with people, not too many places were open early in the week with the town struggling for hospitality staff.
Petrol was interesting, no service stations in Strahan, only a pre-paid pump with basic fuel on offer (not favoured by MX-5 or Audi drivers unless desperate).
Wed 25th October 2023
Day 11 - Strahan to Cradle Mountain
Brendan and Anna
After the previous day’s beautiful fine weather cruise of Macquarie Harbour and the Gordon River, we arose keen for what appeared to be a short (only 143 kms!) drive, and given that there were only two towns between the places, a possibly uneventful drive to Cradle Mountain.
Fearless leaders, Brendan & Anna predicted that the apparent lack of sun and strong winds would soon clear to another lovely day and further promised to slow the driving pace. First stop is the town of Zeehan, obviously named after the ship that accompanied Tasman on his historic voyage of European discovery way back in 1642.
The plan was to visit the Spray Tunnel, a horizontal mine shaft that promised glow worm delights. The ‘short dirt road’ approach to the tunnel appeared to only dismay Wes, with the rest of the MX-5 drivers fastidiously non committal in their support of this adventure. Those not willing could visit the Zeehan Heritage Museum.
A short 35 minute drive later and we arrived. The temperature had dropped to -2 degrees, the rain was bucketing down and wind howling. Nice.
Who knew that there was an OP Shop in Zeehan? (Probably Franchesca, but she kept quiet) Many of us dived in, emerging with beanies, scarves, gloves and even a blender! Everyone made a B line into the Heritage Museum, which proved to be a wealth of quality displays with the added benefit of being warm and dry, and it had a coffee shop. Brendan and Anna headed to the Spray Tunnel. The ‘short dirt road’ was somewhat longer than expected, extremely wet, muddy and slippery, with the added luxury of large potholes. Fortunately the tunnel was near the car park; strangely enough we were the only ones there, including the glow worms, which obviously had more sense than to appear on such a day. We walked the length of the wild and windy tube and headed back to town.
We rounded up the cars and headed for our next stop – Tullah, where the delights of the ‘Wee Geordie Steam Train’ awaited us. It was a short but beautiful drive through Tasmania’s wilderness.
The train was fabulous! A steam engine designed to haul silver ore in the late 1800s to early 1900s; it has been renovated by volunteer rail enthusiasts. After packing into the delightful single carriage, we laughed our way around the loop, got the informative talk from Ben, and one person got to ride on the loco on the return journey. Many photos were snapped and our thoughts turned to lunch. Ben recommended Tullah Lodge nearby. Off we went.
What a great spot, a beautiful warm fireplace, views of the lake, good food and filled with friendly travellers like us. While warming my bones by the fire, I chatted to another traveller.
‘Where are you heading?’ says I.
‘Not to Cradle Mountain,’ was the reply.
‘Strahan?’
‘No, we want to go to Cradle Mountain, but the road is closed because of snow and ice conditions!’
Fearless leader one just crapped himself!
After many phone calls by supreme leader Senia, we decided to make a dash for our accommodation. If we got there early enough we could do the planned afternoon walks ….
So off we went in the rain. After some kilometers, the rain turned to sleet, which started to form patches of ice on windscreens. Definitely ‘roof up’ weather. Next appeared small amounts of snow on the side of the road, and before long it was simply white everywhere. It was the first time that I ever put the heater on the windscreen to melt ice! The next stop was meant to be ‘Black Bluff Lookout,’ but as the side of the road was under 30 cm of snow and the outside temperature registered -3 degrees, we passed it by. There were no complaints via the 2 way radio. Finally we found our hotel and dived inside.
What a beautiful hotel, immersed in what could only be described as a Winter Wonderland. We quickly assembled in a central area in front of another beautiful wood heater and settled into ‘fivesies’, where Chrissie and John produced a couple of bottles of bubbly and we celebrated the purchase of their house that went through today, no more Saturday morning open houses!
With views out the wide glass doors to snow covered bush land and a well built ‘snow bear’ I knew that my planned afternoon walk was not going to happen. Murphy’s Law quickly intervened with some bright spark suggesting an exploration of the track around the hotel. Anna proved to be a fearless leader, unlike Brendan who thought it important to guard the food and drinks from possible theft by other hotel patrons.
Next we retired to our rooms and emerged all ‘poshed up’ for dinner, a sumptuous smorgasbord of delightful food. We then retired to the snooker table. Teams were formed and bragging rights established. Under the watchful eyes of adoring female spectators, (we can only dream) the play began. Brendan showed great skill to sink the white off the opening break, John struggled with knowing which number to hit, Bryan hit anything and Steve proved to be the dark horse, slotting balls everywhere, demonstrating the possibilities of a misspent youth… Hours of playing fun and spectator gallery wisecracks ensued before the reality of tomorrow’s planned long hikes sank in and we headed to bed.
So what, in the morning, appeared to be a short drive, with few points of interest, turned into a day filled with surprises, changed outlooks and magical scenery, full bellies and a contented sleep.
Thurs 26th October 2023
Day 12 – Cradle Mountain Day 2
Steve and Tania
We started the day with a hearty buffet breakfast, including a couple of danishes wrapped in serviettes for “later” and were ready to face the day in the snow.
Steve researched some amazing adventure walks for us for today, so the intrepid explorers headed out in different directions to try out his various suggestions. A few of us took the National Parks bus to Dove Lake to walk around this beautiful area, while others took on more ambitious walks and we didn’t see them until the afternoon.
Bryan and Ann unfortunately hardly got to see any of this “winter wonderland”, finding their car had a flat tyre, they were on their way to Burnie to get a new tyre and wheel repair. Brendan and Anna were kind enough to loan them the BMW for the journey while they took on Cradle Mountain’s more adventurous walks.
Some of us opted for a walk around Peppers Cradle Mountain lodge and were treated to a very tame wombat crunching on their garden.
Our explorers all gathered in our “private lounge” back at the Cradle Mountain Hotel and shared stories of their day while munching on fivesies. It was so pleasant in there, we decided to get our dinner “to go” and settled in for another game of trivia in front of the fire. (Franchesca and Ian were victorious).
Fri 27th October 2023
Day 13 - Cradle Mountain to Devonport
Wes and Lena
It was a fresh morning with a snow-covered Cradle Mountain at the 8:30am briefing. Forget the main road said Wes – “we’re taking potluck on some interesting backroads” – and boy was that a lucky call as we encountered some wonderfully, windy and intoxicating roads! We set-off for Waratah Falls, our chosen spot to enjoy some morning tea at the historical Bischoff Hotel. The town of Waratah is situated above the waterfall. When we arrived (early!) it was still and very quiet with hardly a soul around. While waiting for the hotel to open, we busied ourselves walking around admiring the views, taking photos – and for some a visit to the museum.
After morning tea, we made our way on a very windy (Moorish MX-5 road) amidst very pretty scenery heading for the Nut in Stanley. Fortunately, the café was at the base of the Nut next to the chairlift access. After some lunch, where more Tassie scallop pies were devoured by some, we ventured up the Nut – some took the chairlift both ways, some circumvented the top, whilst only a few walked back down! Some spectacular views from the top of the beautiful surrounding countryside, ocean and beaches.
We left Stanley bound for Wynyard where a few of the boys visited the Ranley Veteran Car Collection – a very comprehensive collection of Ford cars from the Model A (1903) through to the infamous Model T (1916) the car that really put Henry Ford on the automotive production landscape. Some went in search of fossils at the Fossil Bluff, with a few visiting the Big Penguin enroute to Devonport - our home for the next two nights.
After meeting for fivesies to whet our whistles (a well-entrenched tradition now) we headed off to the restaurant for dinner to share our stories and reflect on an action-packed day. It was a long day – covering ~350kms with many things to see and do. We’re sure everybody slept well that night!
Saturday 28th October 2023
Day 14 – Devonport and Surrounds
Senia and Bob
This morning we went exploring the surrounding areas of Devonport. We started off with a short drive to Sheffield, the Town of Murals, where we saw past and present entries into the Mural competition held each November. Unfortunately a number of murals that didn’t take out awards last year were already painted over in readiness for this year’s competition about to start, but there were certainly enough to keep us satisfied, including all the permanent ones on buildings all around town. We found a deli that made delicious sandwiches for our self catered lunch at the Arboretum at Eugenana and we were off, the maps upgrade in the ND was paying off, we were confident we wouldn’t get anyone lost along the way (and miraculously, we didn’t!).
The Arboretum is a botanical garden of every type of tree, including a Wollemi grove, with ponds full of platypus (apparently there are 42 in total)! We were treated to a frolicking platypus, not at all worried by the cameras, doing a little dance in the middle of the pond before swimming towards the pond’s edge in front of us! This was the high-light of the day for most of us as platypus sightings in the wild are rare and usually in the evenings, rarely coming out in the daytime.
We did intend to visit Home Hill (the home of Tasmania’s only Prime minister, Joseph Lyons) but the majority chose a drive for a quick look at Tasmazia and the Village of Lower Crackpot, which recommended spending at least half a day, so after a quick look and photo op, we headed back along the coast to Devonport along some interesting roads, and then via Lillico beach where we were coming back later to see the penguins coming in from the sea.
After dinner at Valentino’s Italian Restaurant (on our Entertainment App list for 25% discount), we headed back to Lillico Beach and were treated to dozens of fairy penguins coming in from the sea, on their evening pilgrimage to their burrows. Unfortunately they are difficult to photograph as no flash is permitted as they disorient the little penguins, it was amazing to watch them with the national park volunteers red light torches and listen to the noise they make.
Sunday 29th to Monday 30th October 2023
Day 15 – Sailing Day on Spirit of Tasmania – Devonport to Geelong
With time to spare today, it was time for some of our crew that missed out on the platypus sightings to go for a drive back to the Arboretum, while the rest of us visited Anvers Chocolate Factory. Even though we had nowhere to put anything, we all managed to purchase chocolate, some of which was consumed quickly, other quite large (like the 350mm high Santa Claus Anna and Senia purchased each), fortunately Anna and Brendan’s car, unlike the MX-5s, still had a little space available, so they very kindly took both home with them or one would have melted under Senia’s legs in the front of the MX.
A visit back to Formby Hotel and we found some of our crew deeply engaged in cards, so we went for a stroll to a local antique store to find more things to buy that we would have trouble getting home (a luggage rack is looking better all the time, just not sure about drilling holes in the boot!).
The ferry back was uneventful and calm, a very pleasant change to the way there and everyone was on their various ways home. Some going a little further along the Great Ocean Road, others home along the coast, and some of us straight through, with family commitments awaiting the next day.
Tasmania, you didn’t disappoint. Fabulous MX-5 roads, with not too many pot holes. Flowers and animals the like we never see on the mainland. Amazing seafood and adventures around every corner. This was a magical holiday shared with wonderful friends brought together by a sense of wonder and adventure and a great little MX-5 Car.
See all our photos here:
