My friend James in the UK loves the water. He would love it here and indeed he often mentions that he may like to live here. It does not suprise me. This is an island of waters. Shores, beaches, lakes, inlets, rivers. Tides. And wildness. Nature raw and beautiful.
And tides are pressing upon me these days. I had to move my living quarters and will have to again in a few months. I ask myself should I stay here of go over the sea to the Big Island to the north.
I love this place.
The Tavern photographer accompanied me on a jaunt today. His pictures (some) are below.
|From my Mountain today.|
|Even Darwin loved this place|
It is from the air, which is my medium of choice if not ability anymore, that we get the sense of the place. So my customers today were letting their memories and dreams loose and take flight.
Enjoy. I did.
It is odd. To me. Tasmania is ideal for sea planes, amphibians, but we have so few. This mob tried very hard to drum up a good business, but the Hillary Village regulations hampered it right out of existence.
|Dogs love it too. Not just Knights and Kings.|
Individuals do try though. Occasionally.
They wax lyrical about Tasmania, with good reason, if not great poetic skill.
And this strange little town that sits like a sparkling carpet along the shores of a wide and quiet river as it enters the Great Southern Ocean.
I may have to leave.
But the sights, sounds, smells and peacefulness..........
|Beaches here are never crowded. Barely anyone else around.|
I may stay.
At least for coffee and cakes.
|A change from the Tavern patio, but splendid nonetheless.|