From Wayatinah we get closer to the east coast. This becomes evident in the changing landscape.
Suddenly we also notice that the bush fires in Tasmania have not all been extinguished. Up to now we have not seen any signs of burnt bush.
But here it is quite evident that fire came very close to properties. The black scorched earth is no shadow but burnt grass.
We stop at various spots along the road, once to look at how they grow hop (always interesting to learn how beer ingredients are grown).
And once to buy a $2 bag of white flesh peaches.
And once to look at an old bakery cum whiskey distillery cum salmon pond. It was an old farm where the grandfather had a variety of interests and turned them into a profitable business. At some point he had 100 staff. Now it was a couple who bought the place and tried to restore it to its former glory. Unfortunately they couldn’t demonstrate the whiskey making, the oven couldn’t be lit because the smoke could scare bushfire jittery neighbours and the salmon pond was sold. So we just had a nice chat and looked around at the property.
Then we arrived at Hobart and although it’s nothing compared to Sydney, Melbourne or Perth, it is still noticeable more busy then anywhere we’ve seen sofar on Tasmania.
And it got even busier near the foreshore where the annual Regatta was in full play.
We skipped the first campsite south of Hobart as everyone seemed to congregate there and selected for the foreshore campground in Port Huon.
Apart from an awesome partner, friend, artist and cook, Marjo also seems to have a inbuilt clock that allows her to capture a nice sunset.
As well as the sunrise.
A great day.
Posted from Port Huon, Tasmania, Australia.
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