Winter walk…
A winter weekend of pure escapism. Yesterday, two beaches 40 kms apart and no camera.
Today, two beaches 10kms apart and a camera but remembering to take pics this morning and not this afternoon. By the time these 3 days are done, we will have walked about 30 kms which mightn’t sound much really. But yesterday morning, I had to walk up and down the cliff path carrying Old Dog who couldn’t manage it. Yesterday afternoon, I had a brain conniption and persisted in climbing huge sandbanks to run down the other side.
And each day, we have walked at high tides which meant the sand was soft, like wading through mud! There was one stretch of hard sand and I had to take a shot of it, I was so excited!
Deserted…
Perfectly calm. And my favourite island haunt in the background.
Windblown coastal native shrubbery.
Thanks so much to the Scots settlers who chose to bring gorse with them so that the place would look more like home. It thrives here and chokes pasture and native plants. Hate it! Thank the stars we have none on our farm.
Young Dog has to learn all day every day if we are to have a good dog. Thing is, he runs rings around us…
Finishing today’s walk with dogs back under some sort of control…
Have you had a good weekend too?
Beautiful pics…as ever! I’ve spent my weekend situated mostly on the sofa. Thanks to as yet unresolved back pain I’m unable to be very active at the moment…not that I ever am but would be nice to go for a walk. Hoping it’s sorted by July as lots planned!
Kathryn, I’m so sorry to hear about your back. Nothing worse. Take it carefully – best think of your holiday!
Thanks. Nothing I can do…waiting for tests (wait for an appointment is 6 weeks!) as back pain is most likely a symptom of something kidney related. Probably not too serious though…just frustrating!
Same waiting game for specialists here. But best to be sure. Cheers.
Sorry to hear about your back Ruth- back pain is awful.
We arrived in Launceston last night. I’m writing this propped up in bed, overlooking the harbour on the most beautiful misty morning, and looking forward to our trip to Cradle Mountain today.
Oh Bollyknickers, you’re here. Brrrrr! Zero degrees in Lonnie this morning. Cradle Mountain will be fab on such a cold day, do hope it’s fine for you. Enjoy your trip and keep me informed!
Just a quick update – we’re now in Hobart (lying on a sofa after the most enormous and delicious meal in the hotel restaurant.) so far, your itinery has been superb, Prue- a big thank you to both you and Mr Batten for your thoughts. Cradle mountain was cold, foggy but still breath taking. Yesterday we went to Woolmers, Brickenden ( where I was sorely tempted to smuggle one particularly adorable sheep out), Cataract Gorge ( went on the chair lift – regretted it the very moment my feet left the ground and can’t quite believe I ever agreed to it in the first place due to my fear of heights) and a historical tour of Launceston. Today we went to freycinet (a picnic by the lighthouse, looking for whales – didn’t see any) and then into Hobart via Oatlands and Richmond. I can see why you love Tassie so much- it really is a magical place.
Bollyknickers, I am so pleased you’re having a great time and you’re certainly covering territory! Love the sound of the picnic at Freycinet. We’re renting a rather swish house there in July for 2 nights and plan to walk at least to the top of the Saddle, if not right into Wineglass Bay. Would you believe we haven’t done Woolmers or Brickenden? But did visit a divine property close by called Panshanger. STUNNING gardens and house. I haven’t done the chairlift either and these days, find the swinging bridge a challenge, especially when water is flooding down the Gorge!
PS: the cold weather is fine due to me being a Brit originally. Oatlands felt like North Yorkshire in early spring, as I hopped out of the car or photograph a convict cottage in a force 9 gale…
I now have an appreciation of the climate where fellow writer and North Yorkshireman, SJA Turney, lives. There’s Oatlands today in Force 9 gales and we in Hobart had a calm day – only 45 minutes away. Funny little place – Tasmania.