My grandparents, Marsie and Parsie, my family and I went to Marakoopa Caves on the 30th of March 2013. The caves were about an hours drive south of Devonport in Tasmania. My mum read Playing Beatie Bow to us in the car on the way there. When we arrived we had some bad news! All the bookings
On our way back to the coast, we stopped in the town of Sheffield to look around and get some lunch.
It was pretty cold and dreary when we arrived at Cradle mountain, but we raced on down to have a look. We kept stopping to take photos in case the weather closed in before we got to the lake.
Today we went on a red and white cruiseboat called the Eagle. We cruised out through Hell's Gates which was a very dangerous opening to the sea from Macquarie Harbour. It was named this by the convicts who were sent to Sarah Island.
After packing a lot of stuff back into the van from our time at Seven Mile Beach, we grabbed Paul from Hobart airport, packed more stuff and headed off! We were heading off to the middle of Tassie on our trip back up North but our first stop was further South. The Shot Tower at Taroona.
Here we are back in Hobart! This time the boys and I are accompanied by my parents and Paul is missing. He is off singing and having a boy’s own time in Melbourne doing his stuff with Hallelujah Junction. Check him out here if interested: http://www.abc.net.au/classic/content/2013/03/22/3720708.htm
In February, I recieved a text 'out of the blue' about an opportunity to sing with a brand new, professional chamber choir in Melbourne. Including the time I took to re-read the text, it took roughly 11 seconds to be very interested indeed.
The day after Dom's special day we decided to sojourn down to Geeveston to take in some of Masaaki's Sushi, reputed to be the best Sushi in Tassie. It was a fair hike and there was some fairly high expectations after missing Matthew Evans's food at Salamanca. More dashed hopes were the only thing we found, after arriving to discover his shop was shut, as he was off volunteering after the bush fires or some such thing! Bah! Such a bad time for community mindedness! We pulled ourselves together with some lovely pies, pasties and cake, for the "Day After Dom's Birthday" at a local bakery.
What a lovely day and what a lovely son! We had pancakes for breakfast, as he requested, with lots of rousing renditions of Happy Birthday to You. No candles and no complaints about their absence. I think I
Everyone told us how great Bruny Island was, and how it was a "must see". They were right.