tasmania august 2009 September 30, 2009October 19, 2009 ~ maireaddoyle the journey begins the Steppes Stones that’s not a silver strand, that’s snow at the end of the rainbow ancient (Gondwanaland-old) conifers in the centre of Tasmania Cataract Gorge as approached from the town end Cataract Gorge in Launceston in (amost) full flood (that’s me on the bridge) Howard my tour guide (and colleague) self -portrait above the raging torrent Orlando trying to keep his cold at bay with pumpkin soup the biggest genuine log cabin in the southern hemisphere our cosy room in Lemonthyme Lodge Friday night on Cradle Mountain: red wine, hot rum and Lemsips our “All Nations” home on stilts the Mackintosh Dam I have not seen that much water in four years Hobart and the Derwent River from the last stop before the summit of Mount Wellington the summit of Mount Wellington caught in the blizzard at the top of Mount Wellington where did that blizzard come from all of a sudden? the laundry in Salamanca Place – busiest breakfast place in town breakfast in the laundry for poor sick Orlando south west of Hobart Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...