Exploring Launceston. Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Cynthia, happy birthday to you. I love being married to a fifty-year old who looks forty. Cynthia and I walk down the hill, past the old Catholic… Continue reading

Sheffield with murals everywhere, Deloraine community embroidery project, salmon and ginseng farm. David runs the Inglis River track in the other direction this morning, toward Bass Highway (named after George, first circumnavigator of Tassie), and meets the same good-lookin gal… Continue reading

Port Arthur, Tasman Arch, Dogline at Eaglehawk Neck Blue sky everywhere. Sandwiches, check. Chips, check. Cameras and phones, check. Chargers, check. Gas, check. Warm layers, check. Sunglasses, check. We’re on the road to Port Arthur, a kilometer of cars in… Continue reading

Day in town for museum, Mawson’s hut and shopping. What a difference a day … an hour … makes. Sunrise is like the inside of a conch shell, the white center giving way to soft and gradually darker pinks with… Continue reading

MONA art gallery and Mt. Wellington  Tasmania. The name alone conjures wild, hairy, grinning cartoon figures straight out of Disney. Before we came here, it was certainly less substantial in our minds than New Zealand, which is two islands, or… Continue reading

Rain pelts our bedroom windows through the night and we wake to a light drizzle. Thankfully, our seventeenth bed on this trip — yes, you read that number right — is firm and comfortable and we have a lazy morning.… Continue reading