Tasmania 2014 – Page 3

Lookin for fun

Published on March 18, 2014November 3, 2018 by 8itchyfeet5 Comments

So much we’ve seen since last we wrote, I scarcely know where to begin. My favorite activity over the last few days though has got to be our night time strolls amongst the tall trees at Mt Field National Park. We nearly didn’t even come here, having over-shot the mark on the way to Hobart from the west coast and initially ending up in New Norfolk.

I’d never even heard of Mt Field until we got to New Norfolk, but the guidebook said it abounds with tall trees, eucalyptus regnans or swamp gum in particular. I love a good forest so we back tracked up the hill and have now been nestled in a campground at the base of a forest of trees up to 90 metres tall for three days. Continue reading “Lookin for fun” →

What was that?

Published on March 12, 2014November 3, 2018 by 8itchyfeet6 Comments

‘Oooh what was that?’ said Emma.

What, the unusually enormous cracking sound you just heard as we ever so cautiously departed the Wynyard service station (which had a particularly deep gutter).

‘Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing but I’ll just pull over and check’, I say in reply.

A minute or so later… ‘yep it’s all fine’, I report back.

But it wasn’t. It was broken. The tow hitch that is, the bit where the tow bar is bolted onto the chassis of the car was bent, and two of the four high tensile bolts had snapped (I know, impressive eh). Of course we didn’t know this until we arrived in the little town of Rosebery some 150 or so kilometres later. Yes, we may have been lucky the caravan didn’t part ways with the car during that journey. But it didn’t and that is a very fine thing. Continue reading “What was that?” →

I’ll never know the joy of being a pirate

Published on March 10, 2014November 3, 2018 by 8itchyfeet2 Comments

Casting stones to eternity — Casting pebbles to eternity

I cast my pebble onto the shore of eternity,
To be washed by the Ocean of Time.
It has shape form and substance.
It is me.

One day I will be no more,
But my pebble will remain here
One the shore of Eternity
Mute witness for the aeons.
That I came today and stood,
At the edge of the world.

Brian Inder

Deep huh? I wonder what it means? Each of us is akin to a pebble in the ocean of life? Time washes over us, and though we come and go the effects of what we do and who we were carries on? Continue reading “I’ll never know the joy of being a pirate” →