Oh Tasmania, you temptress. I know we haven't seen each other for almost 20 years but you are still as wild and beautiful as I remember.
My wee laddie and I spent 5 days with our lovely friends on the coast. It was action packed and relaxing all at the same time. Our accommodation (see top photo and weep)had views of trees, bay and mountains and is still being decorated as I write.
We looked at land that Abuelo and I have contemplated buying; spent hours there imagining inhabiting it - a great thing to be able to do.
We explored an abandoned mine tunnel - there's Alan giving the kids a Heads Up and answering important questions (If you see a spider bigger than your head, don't poke it etc...)
We celebrated Jo's birthday - a most delightful and generous hostess and friend.
We skimmed rocks and marvelled at the creatures on the pebbled beach near their house; oysters, mussels, star fish...
We drove through bucolic pasture land and ate fantastic cheese.
We had a beach picnic in a little cove with rocks for three rambunctious boys to scamper over, and sheltered sunny sand on which the ladies could knit and drink tea. We did do some rock climbing ourselves though I would hardly call it scampering....
And we let the kids throw themselves down acres of sand dunes which was one of my boy's highlights - that and flying over the ocean, which yes, at 47 I still find a wondrous adventure myself.
And now back to the city and the remainder of the school holidays, which are warm and slow and free of routine.
May you too be thawing out after this long winter, and sleeping in a bit longer than usual and drinking plenty of tea.