We crawled out of our sleeping bags a bit before 8am and sauntered on a 5km walk. The day was glorious and the scenery along the Bay of Fires, sublime. When we returned we had breakfast and packed up. Today was going to be a travelling day. We hope to visit friends in Kingston on Easter Sunday.
We linked up to the road at St Helens which was crawling with tourists, continued along the coast until we got to the A4 and headed towards Fingal and the Midlands. When we got to the Midlands Highway we headed South to Hobart. Much of Tasmania is still very dry – especially in the centre.
At Campbell Town we stopped to have a look at a series of sculptures made from old Cypress trunks. They depicted the heritage of the area.
Nearing Hobart we saw the welcome familiarity of Mount Wellington. We drove through to Snug to find a camping space … where we are now.
So nothing profound today, except to ask, is Tas-mania a psychological illness?
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