I dragged myself away from the coast and across to the Midland Highway, known as the Heritage Highway because of all the heritage towns and villages along the way. I popped into some, for old times sake.
I dragged myself away from the coast and across to the Midland Highway, known as the Heritage Highway because of all the heritage towns and villages along the way. I popped into some, for old times sake.
The next morning, I left my bit of luxury at St. Helens, and headed south along the coast.

The next morning, after my visit to Binalong Bay the day before, I headed further north to Bay of Fires Conservation area.
I left Launceston early the next morning, heading for the east coast, with a view to visiting the Bay of Fires, just north of St. Helens.
On my third morning, I dragged myself away from Arthur River and returned to the Bass Highway heading for Launceston, detouring on the way to the gorgeous heritage village of Stanley, sitting on a slender sliver of land jutting into Bass Strait.
Yes, it is twelve years since I visited Tasmania, though it seems like yesterday since my last trip. I filled in the time between with England and New Zealand, along with various spots around Australia. But I particularly love Tassie. It was time to return.
Mt. Gambia is at the heart of the Limestone Coast in the south-east of South Australia, just 11 kms from the Victorian border, so it was a quick trip from Portland. Continue reading “Heading West For Some Nature-Mt. Gambia”
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I rarely travel during January, it being school holidays and the prices reflecting that, along with everywhere teeming with holiday-makers. But this year, I felt a desperate need for nature, preferably of the coastal kind.
On my last morning in Townsville, I crossed the Victoria Bridge to the south bank of the Ross River, which flows through the city and empties into the Coral Sea.
Continue reading “One Way Ticket to the North-Heading South”