G'day
Possums,
we've
been missing for a monthly time, half of which was in Tasmania; principally in the upper third of the state
from centre to west and then east.
Mrs
Wombat really needed a break and I was rather tired of sounding like a broken
record repeating the same diatribes against our appallingly incompetent and
fascist Ruling Rabble.
Where
better to sojourn than in somnolent Lambie-ville?
We
travelled steerage on the Tassie Ferry, which differs from cattle class on an
aircraft only in the proximity and the quantity of the other passengers
available and stayed overnight in a motel near the dock. That the Bandido's or something were just up
the street was probably a location coincidence as were the now illegal 24 sheet
federal election advertisements for both our Biggest Miner and Ms Lambie.
Stanley
is a pretty place where we bought the first of the freshest seafood we've ever
eaten in a very long time and wandered about the restored 1830's Highfield.
Highfield |
It
had a rather melancholy ambience and I would not doubt if told, that it may be
haunted.
Highfield |
Particularly
as this view was the one where the original squatter and an acquaintance
debated who would shoot which aboriginal crossing in front of them first, the
mother or the baby on her back.
But
then, times haven't changed much, have they?
Travelling to Corinna and Tarkine rainforests has terrain to suit all sorts.... as to get there, there is a
rally driver's paradise for about a million km's. Hair-pin bends, hills, twists and turns of dusty dirt road snaking
through forest alternating with button grass plains and scrub and stunning
vistas.
The
Pieman River cruise was informative and enjoyable and the Savage River walk
went through beautiful forest......
We
had a room with a view at Barrington and visited Sheffield to stand in queue
and photograph the murals about the town.
Sheffield |
Sheffield |
Henry's Ginger Beer |
Going
back through Burnie and stopping for an excellent lunch at "Fish-on-Edge"
we made THE discovery of the trip.
Henry's
Ginger Beer.
Look
it up ...it's brilliant but not available outside Tassie.
St Helens |
The
waters around St Helens, Coles Bay and
other spots are a clear blue of the most iridescent hue..... quite something.
Coles Bay |
Nesting Superb Wren |
We also saw a lot of wildlife, mostly flattened on the road, and an alarming number of non native Blackbirds and Starlings.
We
then happened on Brickendon; the mostly restored convict heritage site of the
Archer family who got their real start at wealth, position and Oz aristocracy
with a gift of thousands of acres of Terra Nullius and a few hundred convicts
for free labour thrown in.
Brickendon |
Who
knows if that could return....it seems to be the industrial model currently
being pursued by our latter day overseers of the Ruling Rabble... a fascinating
place without the theme-park ambience of Sovereign Hill.
And
then back to the burrow and 6 degree days with hailstorms to hear that our
Hypocritical-Happy-Clapper and Liar-From-the-Shire, The Prime Miniature of
Smirk was sending fatuous "thoughts & prayers" for rain to the
victims of the manifestation of early onset climate change.
Well,
whadda-ya-know....the thoughts-and-prayers did what they normally
do........they failed!
And
the Priapic Barnyard of Joyce was almost blaming the Greens policy's (forgetting they're not in government) as a
recipe for self immolation while the Foetid Falinski lied through his
teeth about emission targets.
Like
the Thunberg lass did a few weeks ago; this natural disaster has exposed again the incredible near-criminal myopia and destructive ideology of the Ruling
Rabble..... but it's not an appropriate time to discuss the looming extinction of
the planet.
Is
It?
At
least we had two weeks away ignoring this madness....
Hoo-roo
Petals,
Shane.
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