Tassie Twelve Years On – Heading home

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.

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Tassie Twelve Years On – Bay of Fires

The next morning, after my visit to Binalong Bay the day before, I headed further north to Bay of Fires Conservation area.

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Tassie Twelve Years On – St. Helens

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.

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Tassie Twelve Years On – Launceston

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.

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Tassie – Twelve Years On

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.

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Heading West For Some Nature-Mt. Gambia

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”

Heading West For Some Nature

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.

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One Way Ticket to the North-Heading South

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.

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