Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
|The Arcadia II|
|Reflection caught by the boat's waves|
|Peter walking on the beach below the dunes|
|Southern Ocean surging in|
|Nearing the mouth of the river and the beach|
The ride back was a lazy after-lunch time. We chatted with other passengers and listened to the captain talk about the history of the area and the boat. At the dock we found our friends waiting. We wandered around taking pictures and reading signs that told about Corinna and the forest, but it had gotten hot so we adjourned to the small bar for a beer.
After the drinks we strolled back to our cottages--it was nearly wine o'clock! Then it was time for a splendid final supper of smoked salmon, goat cheese, ham, salad, with figs in sticky syrup and champagne jelly for condiments. Stollen and cherries for dessert.
Twilight was setting in and Peter went to the back verandah to see if the pademelons had returned. He came back quickly to say they hadn't--but a snake was there instead.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
|Cross stitch by Irene McGuire|
|The Christmas lunch|
Monday, December 30, 2013
|Myrtles on the Watersmeet Trail|
|Waiting for the barge|
|One of "our" cottages|
We settled into our respective cottages quickly, and met for drinks (it was long past wine o'clock!) in one. On our way back to the other for dinner we say a small pademelon grazing beside the cottage--apparently unfazed by our presence--so we stood on the verandah and watched it. Then another appeared from behind the cottage and we watched the two for some time before going in for dinner: a delicious onion tart we bought at Hill Street Grocery in Hobart.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
|Tree ferns flanking cottages at Corinna Wilderness Resort|
Sunday, December 22, 2013
|I love the way the bark peels away on many eucalyptus.|
|The Neck, Bruny Island|
|View across Adventure Bay|
|The superb blue fairy-wren|
|Unknown beach plant|
|Cape Bruny Lighthouse.|
|Sea from the lighthouse.|
|New Holland Honeyeater.|
The afternoon was waning and we headed towards the ferry, stopping for wonderful milkshakes on the way. The day had felt timeless, never-ending, and the feeling continued as we rode the ferry to Kettering and took the highway to town. Back in Hobart we added left-over cheeses to our supper and lingered at the dining room table watching the evening come slowly. The sun set a few minutes before 9:PM
Saturday, December 21, 2013
|A double rainbow welcome|
|The Derwent River under cloud|
After eating we go for a brief walk. I can’t tell what time it is. The days at home now are dark before 5:00. Here it’s nearly 7:PM and the light is still clear and bright. In the garden shrubs are blooming and buds forming. Poets Road rises steeply from the east towards Knocklofty Ridge, an outcrop of Mount Wellington. We follow the street west to its end at the entrance to Knocklofty Reserve. The park gives access to the network of trails that vein the mountain. I remember trying to find out where the name “Knocklofty” came from, with no success. I’m struck by how green and flowering the forest is. A eucalypt shedding bark looks like it has opened its arms to us. It’s very good to be back here!