Flights down, Sydney and Launceston, were uneventful, apart from being delayed for ten minutes as they reconfigured runways at Sydney, and there was a bit of turbulence coming into Launceston.
Headed into Mount Thomas for lunch at the Deli, at approximately 2 o'clock. V had a ham and cheese baguette while I had the works bagel - well, bagel of roast beef, artichoke, apricot chutney and swiss cheese - was yum! We then pottered around for most of the afternoon, picked up some cheesecake for desert that night, and then headed to L's for dinner. Roast chicken, parsnips and the rest, with the raspberry cheesecake for dessert - along with A Current Affair, Futurama, 50 Years of TV News, and a bit of Idol. Most of the conversation was about the TV or the work thing with V and L. Was a good meal and is always a good evening out with D and L.
Dropped around to M and S to drop off I's present - V got talking to M while I watched Austar - Friends and Drew Carey - while sometimes switching onto the conversation. Got home, packed and went to sleep - although V only slept half the night, apparently as having Coke Zero keeps her awake.
Woke up at about 8 today, got ready, chucked the bags in the back, picked up P and T, our trip buddies, got petrol and were then on the road. First stop was Campbell Town, nice church and a log to take pictures of. Then it was to Ross, to partake in Scottish fudge, yummy bakery goods, second oldest bridge in the state/country, old churches and prison grounds, and lots of walking and photos. Then it was a drive through Oatlands for some reason, we just drove through though. Then we took the back road to Richmond, which was very scenic, very pretty, but I didn't take any pics surprisingly enough. For about the first time all day - it is very dry in southern Tassie, the land almost looks like it is begging the sky for water, and the sky is blithely ignoring it. Or so I will title one of the pics that way.
Got into Richmond about 12.30, and vegged out in the cabin for about half an hour, watching the Peter Brock state funeral - media overkill tomorrow for Steve Irwin's thing, what's the bet. Then into town, had another pie and sausage roll for lunch, on top of the chicken pie for morning tea. Wandered up and down Richmond's main street, went to the Old Hobart Town model, got lost in a couple of mazes, came back up and saw the Gaol - which was worthwhile, even though I said going to Port Arthur should suffice - Port Arthur is mainly ruins, whereas Richmond is complete.
Seeing the early history of Tasmania is wrenching, absolute nasty place to be in. Solitary confinement, floggings, executions, brutality seems to breed brutality and the echoes of all that early history seems to stay in the walls, in the bricks and all. Went to the bridge and oldest Catholic Church (1823 and 1835 respectively) and wandered the Catholic graveyard for a bit. There is a hill there which looks perfect for Thriller or Silent Hill, dead come to life graveyard scene or something. Then went down to the bridge again, and fed ducks, while geese honked and tried to chase me. After the bread had gone, the geese calmed down and I went by the riverside, very calming, the sound of the birds, the water bubbling away, was nice.
Came home to watch the news, then out to the pub for tea - cajun chicken, yum. A normal Tuesday evening of watching All Saints and off to bed shortly.
Headed into Mount Thomas for lunch at the Deli, at approximately 2 o'clock. V had a ham and cheese baguette while I had the works bagel - well, bagel of roast beef, artichoke, apricot chutney and swiss cheese - was yum! We then pottered around for most of the afternoon, picked up some cheesecake for desert that night, and then headed to L's for dinner. Roast chicken, parsnips and the rest, with the raspberry cheesecake for dessert - along with A Current Affair, Futurama, 50 Years of TV News, and a bit of Idol. Most of the conversation was about the TV or the work thing with V and L. Was a good meal and is always a good evening out with D and L.
Dropped around to M and S to drop off I's present - V got talking to M while I watched Austar - Friends and Drew Carey - while sometimes switching onto the conversation. Got home, packed and went to sleep - although V only slept half the night, apparently as having Coke Zero keeps her awake.
Woke up at about 8 today, got ready, chucked the bags in the back, picked up P and T, our trip buddies, got petrol and were then on the road. First stop was Campbell Town, nice church and a log to take pictures of. Then it was to Ross, to partake in Scottish fudge, yummy bakery goods, second oldest bridge in the state/country, old churches and prison grounds, and lots of walking and photos. Then it was a drive through Oatlands for some reason, we just drove through though. Then we took the back road to Richmond, which was very scenic, very pretty, but I didn't take any pics surprisingly enough. For about the first time all day - it is very dry in southern Tassie, the land almost looks like it is begging the sky for water, and the sky is blithely ignoring it. Or so I will title one of the pics that way.
Got into Richmond about 12.30, and vegged out in the cabin for about half an hour, watching the Peter Brock state funeral - media overkill tomorrow for Steve Irwin's thing, what's the bet. Then into town, had another pie and sausage roll for lunch, on top of the chicken pie for morning tea. Wandered up and down Richmond's main street, went to the Old Hobart Town model, got lost in a couple of mazes, came back up and saw the Gaol - which was worthwhile, even though I said going to Port Arthur should suffice - Port Arthur is mainly ruins, whereas Richmond is complete.
Seeing the early history of Tasmania is wrenching, absolute nasty place to be in. Solitary confinement, floggings, executions, brutality seems to breed brutality and the echoes of all that early history seems to stay in the walls, in the bricks and all. Went to the bridge and oldest Catholic Church (1823 and 1835 respectively) and wandered the Catholic graveyard for a bit. There is a hill there which looks perfect for Thriller or Silent Hill, dead come to life graveyard scene or something. Then went down to the bridge again, and fed ducks, while geese honked and tried to chase me. After the bread had gone, the geese calmed down and I went by the riverside, very calming, the sound of the birds, the water bubbling away, was nice.
Came home to watch the news, then out to the pub for tea - cajun chicken, yum. A normal Tuesday evening of watching All Saints and off to bed shortly.
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