TASMANIA

Hobart

Hobart across the River Derwent on a morning bike ride

The lonely Hobart Cenotaph

Crooked bridge across the River Derwent

Mount Wellington

Early morning

Battery Point

Our local beach on Sunday afternoon. The ‘1909’ celebrates Tasmanian Eroll Flyn’s birth.

Sunset on Mount Wellington

Evening light from the beach

Snow on Mount Wellington

View from Battery Point

Morning in Battery Point

View of the Yacht Club

Trees in Wellington Park

View over Hobart from Mount Wellington

View over hobart

A tree holds on to the mountain

Flowers even in winter

Wellington Park overlooking Hobart

Mount Wellington

Icy moss in Wellington Park

A mossy walk in Wellington Park

Graffitti in Wellington Park

Poetry at Fern Tree

Graffitti at Fern Tree

Gum trees and blue sky: still Australia!

View from my bedroom window

Hobart CBD

Salamanca

Salamanca waterfront

Icebreakers in Hobart CBD

Home

Snowy Saturday

Zoe in my room

Work begins

Chilly house, dark night

Crooked bridge

No office, working at home

Cradle Mountain – Lake St Clair

Lake Will with pencil pines

The biggest wombat ever!

The view from the veranda at New Pelion Hut

The mosiest, most ancient forest I’ve ever seen

Snow at Pelion Gap – the moment to decide whether or not to climb Mt Ossa…

Leaving bags while going on side trips (and protected from currawongs)

Walking on tree roots

Going to the toilet in the morning

Early morning at Bert Nichols

The load is lightening…

Nearing Narcissus Hut, looking out to Mount Olympus

The first time I’ve seen my reflection in 8 days – and not one I could fall in love with

Watching for platypus

A glimpse of Lake St Clair through the rainforest

Resting

Keeping warm by the fire, escaping the rain, after the walk

And I just missed the rain (the storm which knocked out the power in South Australia)

Port Arthur and the Tasman Peninsula

The chapel in the solitary prison at Port Arthur. The convicts spent all their time in solitary confinement, except when they were brought to chapel. Here, they stood in individual wooden compartments (like standing in a coffin), while two soldiers stood with guns at the bottom. Convicts used to communicate with each other while they sang hymns.