(Record of activities on 9th September, 2010 but posted on above date)
Today was a bad weather day in North West Tasmania. It rained constantly, quite heavily at times, and it was bleak and cold. But all that crappy weather managed to do was prove to us that even on bad days Tasmania still gives you something to feel good about. As enthusiast photographers, we captured some wonderful softly lit misty scenery. The following were taken as we travelled the Murchison Highway from Somerset to Waratah via the Hellyer Gorge.
At the Gorge there is a delightful free camping site just a short walk from the Hellyer River Bridge.
It was here that we made the acquaintance of fellow caravaners, Peter and Colleen Eathers from Townsville
in Queensland and shared a great morning tea pow-wow with them. They too had been to Stanley and climbed "The Nut" and were as gob-smacked as us at the paper mache sculptures at the Makers Workshop, Burnie.
At this camp site there were more beautiful little birds than I have even seen in one location in my life. While I cast a red tag in the hope of catching a brown trout, Barbara manned the camera and got some great shots to add to our growing ornithological picture gallery.
I am so proud of Barbara for this one. I chuckle ever time I look at this beautiful close-up of a Superb Fairy-wren hen (or male juvenile). I think it is the cutest bird shot I have seen in ages and if you zoom it to full screen size I am sure you will agree. Next, another of Barbara's shots, this time the cock Superb Fairy-wren.
And for good measure here is a bird I still have never seen "in the feathers" ... the Flame Robin. This little guy was so much harder to get into sharp close-up focus because he flitted all over the place and had disappeared by the time I came back from my luckless fly fishing attempt in a river flowing way too fast.
Peter and Coleen followed us to Waratah where all four of us were fascinated to see this sign:
The Eathers then headed off in a different direction to us, but we will keep in touch. That is one of the great joys of caravanning ... the new friends you make along the way. We decided to make our way to the mining town of Rosebery, passing through Tullah where early Australian Prime Minister, Joseph Lyons had, for a time, been Headmaster of the local school
After unhitching at Rosebery CP, I tried a spot more fly-fishing in the near-by lake of the same name.
Still no damned luck but who cares ... tomorrow a new day dawns!
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