Tasmania Day 11 - 20 01 February - 10 February, 2022
- Ken Fredric
- Mar 19, 2022
- 21 min read
Updated: Mar 29, 2023
Day Eleven - Taranna - Colebrook 01 February, 2022
We were up relatively early this morning because we wanted to get to Port Arthur as soon as it opened at 9:30 A.M., even though it was only a 10 km drive from where we were camped.
Went through the usual morning routine, got packed up ready to leave, then I had a little bit of work to do that I wanted to get done before we set out for the day.
We got away from the campsite by 9:00 A.M. and arrived at Port Arthur in plenty of time so that we didn’t have to fight the hordes going into the reception centre. We only had a short wait until our guide for the 40-minute guided tour arrived and took us and about a dozen other people for a whirlwind tour of the highlights of Port Arthur.
After the guided tour we were left to our own devices to explore as we wished, which we did for the next hour and a half or so, covering most of the big ticket items.
It was getting close to lunchtime by then so we thought we should get our lunch before the crowds arrived, and because we had the 40-minute harbour cruise part of the day booked for 1:30 P.M.
By the time we’d had lunch and attempted to do some research to try and find one of my ancestors who may have been incarcerated at Port Arthur without success, it wasn’t even 12:30 P.M. We couldn’t think of anything we could do for an hour so we decided to skip the harbour cruise, leave Port Arthur and drive to a free campsite we’d found the night before, at Colebrook Tavern, 54 km north of Hobart, which was the only free camp that seemed to be available anywhere around Hobart.
Not far from Colebrook Tavern there was a sign indicating the a farm was selling apricots and cherries so we stopped in there and bought a box full of mixed fruit to $15, that included apricots, cherries, red and black plums and nectarines, to stock up on our fruit supplies.
Colebrook Tavern was perched atop a 216 metre high hill, in an exposed farmland area that was very windy, so we parked Mata for maximum shelter from the wind and sun, at least for the night.
Spent some time doing our usual catching up with stuff (what can I say, we’re creatures of habit!), then went into the tavern for a drink to support the local business.
Our dinner plan went out the window when we decided we weren’t hungry enough to be bothered cooking the honey mustard chicken and vegetables we’d bought the day before, and had corn chips and salsa instead.
Spoke to Shane and Stevie before hitting the sack.
Day Twelve - Colebrook - Lake Pedder 02 February, 2022
Had a rude shock this morning, waking up to a chilly 9 degrees - BRR!
We took our time with the morning routine, putting off the time until we had to go outside and face the freezing winds to pack up and prepare for more adventures.
We left Colebrook Tavern around 9:00 A.M., initially heading for New Norfolk, where we needed to stop to top up the fresh water tank and to empty the toilet cassette. Driving back through Colebrook town the way we’d come the previous day we spotted a fresh water tap outside a public park, so we made good use of that to fill up the fresh water tank, before carrying on to New Norfolk.
In New Norfolk we did the business with the toilet cassette then drove into the town itself to stock up on some supplies, because we were planning a potential two-night stop at Teds Beach on the shores of Lake Pedder.
Driving out of New Norfolk there was a sign to the Salmon Ponds salmon and trout hatchery and gardens, indicating that they have a Pancakes by the Ponds restaurant, which sounded like a good morning tea stop so we did exactly that. Morning tea was blueberry pancakes with cream and ice cream, and coffee.
Suitably refreshed it was back on the road again, heading for Strathgordon, which is about as far west as you can go in that part of the world.
The countryside we passed through was hilly and windy so the drive was quite slow.
Meg had found a visitor information centre that she wanted to check out in Mt Field National Park, so that was the next stop. We grabbed some info from the information centre then set out on one of the shorter walks in the vicinity to Russell Falls.
The bush walk to the waterfall was spectacular and reminded me so much of the South Island of New Zealand, except for the wildlife - we saw a couple of pademelons not long into the walk. The trees were amazingly straight and extremely tall and many with a huge girth as well, so much so that it was impossible to get a photo that would convey the height.
The waterfall was also spectacular, and once again it was so high photos couldn’t possibly convey how high it was.
Back on the road we carried on the arduous drive to Strathgordon. We only had about 80 km to drive but the road was very narrow, windy, hilly and rough in some places, so it was slow going, including travelling through every small town along the way which slowed us down even more. We rarely got above 80 km/h as the road just wasn’t good enough for greater speeds.
Not far from Strathgordon we stopped to check out the Bitumen Bones sculpture, an artwork that is a response to the beautiful and often harsh environment in South West Tasmania and draws inspiration from a poem by Sarah Day titled 'Wombat'.
That was our last stop before we arrived, about 2:00P.M, at our free camp for the night, Teds Beach on Lake Pedder, which is a manmade hydro power lake.
There was nobody else around when we arrived, so we got the pick of the available sites at the far end of the beach. The temperature was around 13 degrees, there was a cold wind blowing across the lake and there was intermittent rain, so we didn’t bother setting up anything outside. One of the first jobs was to turn the water heating on because we hadn’t showered for a couple of days. Unfortunately I forgot to remove the gas vent cowl cover and the heater stopped without us noticing, until we discovered the water wasn’t heating, and we wasted a lot of water until we figured that out.
It was going to be a cold night so I set the diesel heater to come on at 6:30 A.M. the next morning, not being sure if it was set properly like our earlier attempts on some of our first trips.
Eventually the water heated up enough for beautiful hot showers, then we did our usual late afternoon routine of catching up on stuff before cooking the dinner we were supposed to have the night before, home-made honey mustard chicken with frozen spuds and beans. The dinner turned out to be very good and will go on our list of meals for the road.
Watched a little bit of ABC news on the tablet then turned in for the night.
Day Thirteen - Lake Pedder - New Norfolk 03 February, 2022
As promised, the day started with freezing 9 degree temperatures but thankfully the diesel heater came on as programmed for half an hour and warmed Mata up enough for us to get out of bed and not be shivering.
Our original plan for the day was to have a down day, catch up on a few things and maybe walk around the lake area a bit. However, the day started off dull, overcast and raining off and on, as well as the freezing temps, so we decided to pack up, check out the Gordon River Dam a little further along the road, then drive back to New Norfolk and make more plans there.
Once packed up we drove out of Teds Beach and towards the Gordon River Dam Lookout, through patchy rain most of the way, and on narrow roads. Thankfully there was very little traffic coming in the opposite direction.
At the lookout there was a short walk to the lookout that provided some amazing views of the dam and surrounding areas.
That was almost as far as you can drive in that part of Tasmania so we turned around and headed back towards New Norfolk, and arduous drive on narrow, windy mountainous roads that require 100% concentration.
A little bit further back along the road we stopped briefly to get a photo of the hydro station.
On the early part of the drive we came upon a weird phenomenon. Because the road was wet from overnight rain, and the sun came out through the trees creating steam, it looked like we were driving through thick smoke from a bushfire.
That was the extent of our photo opportunities in that area and we carried on back until we got to Medenna where we stopped for morning tea, which was about 50 km from New Norfolk.
Our first stop in New Norfolk was to fill up with diesel, then to grab a quick pie for lunch before going back to the dump point we’d visited the day before to empty the toilet cassette and fill up with fresh water with the tap we hadn’t noticed previously.
We desperately needed to do some washing but our efforts to find a clean laundromat were unsuccessful, so we decided to check into the campground for the night that was located behind the dump point, because it had laundry facilities.
We got set up for the night, got the washing on and used the free time to do some blogging and socials.
Our campsite was right beside the Derwent River and there was a path along the river that looked like it would make for a good walk or bike ride, but once again the weather had the final say with showers of rain off and on and a cool wind, so we decided against that.
Once the washing was done and in the dryer, the sun came out, so we went for a short walk along the cliffs above the river. There were some historical information boards along the way, one of which was Turriff Lodge, built in 1815.
Back at camp we dealt with the washing and had showers in the camp showers to conserve our water.
Spent the rest of the afternoon planning the next couple of days, relaxing and organising dinner, which was lamb moussaka we’d bought from home.
The forecast was for an overnight low of 7 degrees, so we set the diesel heater to come on in the morning and make us toasty before getting up.
We actually had TV reception for a change so we watched a bit of ABC before retiring for the night.
Day Fourteen - New Norfolk - Longley 04 February, 2022
As per forecast, the temperature this morning was 6 degrees, which wouldn’t have been a problem if the diesel heater came on as we were expecting. Alas, it didn't so I had to do a quick dash out of bed to turn it on, trying not to freeze off my extremities in the process.
We had a simple plan for the day, which was to drive the short distance, about 10 km over a back road to MONA, spend the morning there viewing the artwork, have lunch at one of their eating establishments, then drive up Mt Wellington before driving to our free camp for the night at the Longley Hotel.
We were up and about early despite the cold, and ready to leave the camp about 8:30 A.M., which was a bit early because MONA didn’t open until 10:00 A.M.
We set out anyway, driving slowly along a narrow winding back road towards the northern suburbs of Hobart and arrived at MONA about 9:30 A.M. MONA has extensive outside areas that we walked around, viewing some of the art installations, while waiting for it to open.
They also have extensive vineyards and produce their own wine on the Moorilla Estate. They apparently care about keeping the grapes disease-free and have a range of signs around the vineyard to remind people of this.
There were a variety of different art installations outside, including this metal truck artwork.
Once inside MONA we followed the recommended viewing order, which was to go down to the lowest level, level 3, then work our way back up to the top level.
Modern art isn’t really my thing and most of it I didn’t understand or care enough to bother understanding.
There were a few pieces that caught my eye though, like this fat car.
The Cloaca Professional, also known as the poo machine, was interesting. The large assembly of hanging vessels connected by tubes is a reproduction of the human digestive system, which takes food and drink in one end and produces a poo 3 hours later at the other end.
We were pretty much done by 11:30 A.M. and decided to get some food there before climbing Mt Wellington.
Unfortunately there were no free reservations available at the restaurant, and the other food outlets hadn’t opened yet, which meant we had to find food elsewhere. Just opposite the entrance to MONA we’d noticed a pub as we drove in that seemed like an easy lunch option. The pub had a large restaurant that was nice and quiet at that time of day. After grabbing a drink we ordered lunch, Caesar Salad for me, Fish and Chips for Meg (off the senior’s menu) and a starter of garlic bread for both of us.
Once suitably fed and watered we drove to the closest Woolworths supermarket to top up supplies, then started the long drive up kunanyi Mt Wellington. As expected, the views over Hobart and the hills behind Hobart were spectacular. We climbed up to the Trig Station, then checked out all the other lookouts before heading back down the mountain and on to Longley.
The road to Longley was another narrow, windy back road that took a bit longer than expected, and we arrived at the free camp across the road from the pub.
We had been getting quite adept at setting up so it wasn’t long before we were relaxing and doing our usual stuff.
Dinner was a leftover tin of lentil soup with some yummy fresh bread, followed by some light TV watching before bed.
Day Fifteen - Longley - Gillams Beach 05 February, 2022
We didn’t sleep very well because the pub had loud music playing until around 10:00P.M, then somebody else in the free camping area was playing loud music until about 4:00 A.M. That’s the price you pay I suppose for free camping where people aren’t bound by any rules.
We were on the road by 8:30 A.M. bound for the Tahune Adventure Park to do their AirWalk treetop walk. It was only about a 50 km drive, and the park didn’t open until 10:00A.M., so we expected to get there quite early. However, when researching which roads to take the night before I decided to take a road that would take us to the park, then another road on the way out would take us back to the main road, rather than driving up one road, then back along the same road out of the park. My research may have been slightly flawed! The road started off sealed, narrow and windy, like many roads in Tasmania off the highways, but very quickly turned into a gravel road that was narrow, windy, badly corrugated and full of holes for good measure. It took us about an hour and a half to get to the adventure park, but we did arrive just on 10:00 A.M.
The adventure park Air Walk runs alongside the Huon River, just downstream from the confluence of the Huon and Picton rivers.
Unfortunately the area was badly affected by bushfires in 2019, so a lot of the trees that were there at that time are no longer and the area is a bit more sparse than we imagined.
There was plenty of information to read along the walk and we had spectacular views of the Huon River and surrounding bush and hills.
Back at the tourist centre we stopped into the cafe for a morning tea of savoury scones and cappuccino.
Before setting out for the day we’d looked at possible free camps for the night a little further down the coast past Geevestown and that’s where we headed next, via Port Huon to empty the toilet cassette.
The first possibility for a free camp didn’t appeal to us as it looked a bit too industrial with some heavy machinery parked in there, so we carried onto the next possibility further along the same road. As with most of our driving for the day, the road started off ok, but then turned into badly corrugated gravel and exposed rock that we had to negotiate very slowly to avoid shaking Mata, and ourselves, to pieces.
We eventually arrived at Gillams Beach campground about 20 km along the road, which we would have to return on the next day.
On one side of the road was Gillams Beach, open to the ocean and looking out onto Pigsties Bay. On the other side of the road was the free camping area, bounded by thick bush on three sides.
We found a sheltered area behind some bush that provided shelter from the worst of the wind coming off the ocean and setup for the night.
The first order of business was to crank up the water heater for showers and have a cuppa while we were waiting for the water to heat up. We wandered across the road to take some snaps of the beach before hitting the shower and getting into the usual afternoon routine.
We had some visitors while sitting outside before dinner - a Pademelon came within a metre of us underneath the back of the motorhome, right behind my seat, and later on another one was hanging around behind the motorhome.
Dinner was a creamy, garlic, mushroom sauce devised by Meg over pasta.
Watched a bit of ABC then went to bed earlyish because we were both tired from the crappy night’s sleep the previous night.
Day Sixteen - Gillams Beach - The Neck, Bruny Island 06 February, 2022
Finally had a good sleep last night and we didn’t stir until 8:00 A.M. We weren’t concerned about the time because we only had about 100 km to drive for the day, despite the first 20 km or so being the horrible corrugated gravel road.
We planned to drive to Kettering, which is where the ferry to Bruny Island leaves from, and which was close to the only source of water we could find anywhere in the area at a place called Snug, which was about 8 km north of Kettering.
We were breakfasted, packed up and ready to hit the road by 9:30 A.M, heading initially to visit an Aurion workmate, John Alkin, who lives on the Glen Huon Road, about 10 km west of Huonville which we were passing through, so not too far out of the way. We passed through some pretty little port towns on the way, like Dover. John was surprised to see us as I hadn’t been able to contact him by phone before our arrival. We arrived there around 11:00 A.M. and spent an hour having a cup of tea, looking around his property, but only from the back lawn because there were apparently a lot of Tiger Snakes around, and John having a look through the motorhome.
After saying goodbye to John the next stop was Huonville, firstly to lunch and then to stock up on supplies that we might need on Bruny Island. We pulled up in a small park beside the Huon River and Meg put together a yummy tuna salad out of ingredients we’d bought a few days previously. Next up was a trip to Woolies for the supplies we needed, then it was off to Gordon first to empty the toilet cassette, then on to Snug to fill up with fresh water before returning to Kettering.
I really enjoyed the driving today, initially along the bays up to Huonville, then later in the day driving around the other side of the bay on the southern B68 road that followed the coast all the way to Kettering.
Our initial plan for the day was to free camp somewhere around Kettering and go to Bruny Island the following day, but we couldn’t find a camp anywhere close so we decided to drive to the ferry at Kettering and see if we could get across to the island that afternoon.
Our luck was in and we drove straight onto the ferry, after paying of course, and about 15 minutes later we were on Bruny Island and headed for a free camp at The Neck, which was only 20 minutes drive away.
The only stop we made was to take some pics of the picturesque Great Bay before arriving at The Neck Reserve camping area and once again our luck was in as we nabbed a nice spot in a bushy area under some trees.
After having an aperitif we went for a walk to check out the beach access across the road from the camp. The water was freezing!
Our dinner was Chicken Kiev with mashed spuds and carrots, which turned out quite nice.
That was it for another day of adventures.
Day Seventeen - South Bruny, Bruny Island 07 February, 2022
Today’s itinerary involved exploring South Bruny for the day.
After our usual morning routine we left our outside stuff at the campsite so we wouldn’t lose our spot for the second night’s camp and drove towards Adventure Bay to do a couple of walks.
We parked up near the Bruny Island Cruise Company’s building and set out for a light walk to Grass Point, a walk of about one hour through fairly thick bush, following the coastline with spectacular views of Adventure Bay and the surrounding areas.
For our next walk we had a short drive to the Discovery Park Picnic area, then set out on the Mavista Nature Walk through dense bush that was very much like Fiordland
bush, with a lot of extremely tall trees, ferns, moss and a slow-running stream that we followed for the entire walk.
With the exercise out of the way for the day, we drove towards our lunch stop, which was Bruny Island Wine at Luawanna.
We had a beautiful tasting platter for lunch, that was seafood-based, washed down with an extremely tasty apple and ginger cider, and which was all local produce.
Next up was a drive of about 20 km to the furthest point south you can go in that part of Bruny Island, to the Bruny Island Lighthouse.
On the way to the lighthouse we were treated to absolutely spectacular scenery like this photo of Mabel Bay.
The tiny car park at the top of the hill, where there was a small lighthouse museum, was chocka block full of vehicles, so we just stopped briefly to take photos then carried on back down the hill towards the campsite.
The next part of our day’s adventures took us back past our campsite at The Neck, first to the Truganini Lookout for some more stunning views of the bays to the east and west of the isthmus near where the campsite is, and of the isthmus itself.
Our last stop for the day was Bruny Island Honey where we made a couple of purchases and bought honey ice cream, which we sat outside and ate before returning to the campsite for the night.
After eating so well during the day we felt suitably fed and watered and decided we didn’t need any dinner.
We watched an episode of season 5 of Outlander on the tablet before retiring for the night.
Day Eighteen - Bruny Island - Ross 08 February, 2022
Woke up this morning and went to turn the kettle on as usual, but the gas wouldn’t light, so we figured we’d finally depleted our first bottle of gas. When I went outside to switch over gas bottles I discovered we’d had one or more visitors overnight, sitting on our retractable step and the small step we use to get up to the retractable step.
Our guess was that it was probably Pademelons as they are abundant in Tasmania, but we hadn’t actually seen any around the campsite.
Having our morning cuppas we were entertained by the many fairy wrens flitting around the camp.
We took our time this morning because we only had a couple more things to do on Bruny, the Bruny Island Cheese Company, and maybe the Bruny Island House of Whisky, both of which were on the way back to the ferry in the northern part of the island. We planned to have brunch at the cheese factory, so didn’t need to leave camp until later in the morning. I caught up on some blogging and organising photos into the Tasmania album on Google Photos.
We got away from our lovely campsite about 9:45 A.M and drove directly to the Cheese Company, where we ordered the cheese tasting platter and cappuccinos. As with all of our food experiences on Bruny Island, and in all of Tasmania so far, this experience didn’t disappoint. The platter consisted of 3 local cheeses, a cheddar-like hard cheese, a soft day old cheese in a very tasty olive oil and a stilton-like cheese, all served with a small loaf of sourdough and a small bowl of yummy pickles.
We were quite full after that lot, so we thought we should skip the whisky tasting experience and drive straight to the ferry that would take us back to Kettering on the mainland (well, it’s mainland compared to Bruny Island.
When we got to the ferry it was taking a load of vehicles on, and we missed out on that one by a couple of vehicles, but we only had to wait about 15 minutes for the next one and we had pole position on that one.
Once back on mainland Tasmania our first stop was Snug to fill up with fresh water, then on to a caravan and camping shop in Huntingfield to purchase some toilet liners (to help with the issues we were having with number twos!), then into a Mitre 10 to buy some silicone lubricant for the toilet cassette slide, before our final stop before driving to Ross, which was to empty the toilet cassette.
Once all that was done we got onto the A6, which took us through Hobart in the opposite direction we’d passed through a few days before, then onto the 1 road once through Hobart, for the remainder of the 100 km or so to Ross, where we arrived around 2:30 P.M. We couldn’t find any free camps anywhere in the area so we checked into the Ross Caravan Park for the night.
After setting up and having a nice cuppa Meg suggested we actually use the bikes we’d brought on the journey, instead of just leaving them on the back of the motorhome, to have a look around Ross, a beautiful old historic town. That decision required a clean down of the bikes first because they were absolutely covered in dust.
The town is quite small, but has a lot of history, and we rode around looking at some of the highlights, such as The Female Factory, the Tasmanian Wool Centre, the Ross bridge that was constructed in 1836 and around the main streets admiring all the old buildings.
After that bout of activity it was back to the campground for showers and relaxing until dinner time, which was omelette to use up some leftover bits and pieces.
Day Nineteen - Ross - Bronte Lagoon 09 February, 2022
Today’s plan was to continue looking around Ross first thing in the morning, then check out Oatlands, before starting the drive towards the west coast.
We packed up and left the campground around 9:00 A.M and parked up in the centre of Ross. We’d seen most of what we wanted to see the day before so this was just a quick look at some of the highlights without having to walk too far. We stopped at what was the Methodist Church first, which was opened in 1885, then onto the original council chambers, the Boer War Memorial and the pub.
Next up was the 30 km drive to Oatlands, that we’d passed the day before to check out the Callington flour mill and their many old buildings, many built in the early 1800s.
The Callington Mill is a Lincolnshire tower mill built in 1837 in Oatlands by John Vincent. It has recently been restored so that it is now in full working order and is the only operating mill of its type in the Southern Hemisphere. It is the third oldest windmill in Australia.
We also wandered along the main street admiring the old original buildings that are mostly heritage listed.
After filling with diesel and topping up the booze supplies we started the drive west via Melton Mowbray, Bothwell and The Steppes to Bronte Lake, near Bronte Park.
One stop we made along the way was to see The Steppes Sculptures, which are the gift of sculptor Stephen Walker, and are "dedicated to those who share in the love and care of the Highlands of Tasmania, from the past to the future." Walker also created the bronze sculptures on the Hobart waterfront, and the whale at Cockle Creek.
It was about midday by then so we had our pre-prepared salad for lunch in the motorhome.
The only other brief stop we had was to take some pics of the monument that marks the geographical centre of Tasmania.
The last stop for the day was on the shores of Bronte Lagoon, a very secluded free camp that was unfortunately plagued by flies, wasps and bumble bees.
It was only about 2:00 P.M. when we arrived at the campsite, so we had plenty of time to catch up with blogging, socials and Duolingo for the rest of the afternoon.
Previous residents of the camp had had campfires as the many burnt remains around the site showed, and some kind person had left a pile of firewood, so we broke out our collapsible fire pit to try for the first time.
Dinner was smoked salmon fillets, with frozen potatoes and leftover salad from lunchtime.
Day Twenty - Bronte Lagoon - Strahan 10 February, 2022
Slept in a bit this morning because the temp’s had dropped and we weren’t keen to get out of bed.
Once again we weren’t in a rush because the planned drive for the day was only about 120 km to Strahan, although 120 km on Tasmanian roads can seem like 500 km on some of the twisting, winding narrow mountain roads.
After brekky and packing up we set out about 9:00 A.M., with our first stop not too far away, which was the art installation called The Wall in the Wilderness. We didn’t know what to expect of this attraction, but it was utterly amazing. This is from their website:
“On the 1st March 2005 in one of the most beautiful parts of Tasmania I set out to undertake sculpting a wall that would be 3 metres high and over 100 metres in length.
The material would be Huon Pine.
Through an often arduous at times but also immensely satisfying journey and over a decade and half later I welcome you to visit what is simply known as The Wall.
- Sculptor Greg Duncan”
The Wall is housed in a huge, long building and contains some amazingly intricate carvings of early colonial Australian life. Unfortunately no photos are allowed to be taken inside. We spent about an hour looking at all the carvings and other associated displays, which have to be seen to be believed.
Our next stop was the Lake St Clair Visitor Centre, crossing the Derwent Bridge, for a look around the centre itself and to do a short walk with lake views. The visitor centre was very informative and contained a lot of information and displays on all aspects of flora, fauna and geology of the local area. When we set out to do a short walk we found it was too cold, so we just went down to the closest viewing platform for a photo of the lake.
We carried on the drive towards Strahan until lunchtime when we stopped at Donaghys Hill car park for lunch.
After lunch we thought we should get some exercise, so we set out on the Donaghys Hill Nature Trail walk, which was a reasonably easy 40-minute return walk, but a steeper climb than we were expecting, to the viewing platform at the top of the track. Once there we were treated to spectacular views of the Franklin River and surrounding bush and hills.
A little further along the road we pulled off at the Nelson Falls carpark and did the short 20-minute return walk to Nelson Falls, through thick bush, but on a well-maintained path. It’s starting to sound boring, but the falls were also spectacular and well worth the walk.
Back on the road again we continued the drive to Strahan, via Queenstown, on very windy, narrow, slow mountain roads, arriving in Strahan around 3:00 P.M. We’d booked in at the Strahan Beach Tourist Park for 3 nights, as there weren’t any suitable free camps around the area.
After setting up we checked out some shops across the road to find a source of food for the evening’s meal and luckily there was a shop selling hot meals. On the way back to camp we walked to Strahan Beach for a quick look.
Relaxed for the rest of the afternoon, catching up on the usuals, until dinnertime.
Meg had her usual fish, chips and salad, and I had roast lamb.
Watched a bit of ABC news then watched another episode of Outlander before hitting the sack.
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