Postcard from Dover, TAS

Foreshore at Dover

 

We’ve been to the beach! Again 🙂

I no longer live close enough for a daily walk but when we go camping through summer it’s nearly always by the water – preferably a beach.They’re calming and flat which makes a nice change from uphill on the side of Mt Wellington. This beach at Dover (Tasmania) had people out throwing sticks for their dogs and young families building castles with the kids. Others come for a swim and even to paddle kayaks or sit-on-tops. And thankfully there were no noisy machines whizzing around disturbing us.

Anyway, must go, my postcard is running out of space. I’d love to hear about the quite places where you like to go.

Mountain Morning

Yesterday we took some time away from our typical Saturday morning routine – shopping, washing, gardening, cleaning – you know general house type things. Our destination was the lower slopes of Mt Wellington and the walk up to New Town Falls. The photos we’d seen of it were quite pretty and there are also some geocaches to collect along the way. With rain forecast for the afternoon it was go now or put it off again.

Climbing up through the lower slopes was steep but the rushing stream was a pleasant distraction. The plaintive cry of a cockatoo interrupted the creek’s constant chattering. As we got higher the path became a walking track rather than a fire trail. The Old Hobartian hut ruins made a good break while we poked around. I love thinking about ruins wondering the who, what, why of their existence.

Our walk to the falls

Our walk to the falls

Further along the track as we walked from one gully to the next there were a few scraggly bushes of wattle blooming beside the path on the dryer slopes away from the creek.They say that somewhere in Australia no matter when it is you will find wattle blooming. I don’t know about that but there are certainly many different types. This one was creamy and pale rather than the more flamboyant bright yellow.

The falls themselves were a delight. Just sitting in the quite with the stream flowing over a rock shelf at our feel was restorative. I wanted to share some of that with you so here is a very short (20 second) video of the waterfall. Just a tiny one by world standards, but pretty, nevertheless. It was taken with my phone so forgive the hand movements and the vertical format, please.

 

Could you imagine yourself in the bush just sitting taking in the quite?

Do you have a favourite place or activity to break routine?

Until next time

Snakes alive – too right

Instead of doing the traditional barbie or going to the beach on our National Day Off (aka Australia Day)  – I headed into the bush with my husband for a spot of geocaching.

Coninham Hill

The track up the hill

It was hot, it was dry, it was uphill, I was very wary that snakes would be about. It was so much on my mind that I thought of little else the whole way. My thanks go to Kristy Lyseng and her blog post about fears, for these thoughts echoing through my mind. Snakes are definitely on the list. Especially Tasmanian snakes.

We only have three types of on the Island and they rank from nasty to extremely nasty. I’m not about to weigh in on the “how deadly” world comparison – dead is dead after all.

We found the cache up the top of the hill but on the way back it was so windy that my eyes were streaming. My head was down a bit to stop the hat blowing off and to protect my eyes and I, well, got too close to a Tiger Snake for comfort. He reared up a bit and his neck flared out. That caught my eye and made me stop.

Tiger Snake

Thank you Parks & Wildlife Tasmania for the photo

The snake slithered away and all was well. As we walked back down the hill my mind went into overtime anguishing how I could have let myself get that close before I noticed. I’ll swear I also examined every piece of fallen bark and every stick on the track, just in case it moved.

The cache we were after was Channel Views. Sounds nice doesn’t it?

Do you ever put yourself in the path of your fears? Does your mind churn so much that you think you may have brought it all on your self? What do you do on public holidays?