Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

On the beach earlier on in the year!

On the beach earlier on in the year!

Appropriate I thought for this weeks photo challenge!

Have a great weekend!

Nomewome

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour

The Hazards - Coles Bay from Friendly Beaches

The Hazards – Coles Bay from Friendly Beaches

This is also a photo I’ve used on cards for Catapult Earth! I really love this shot and it fits with the challenge for the week!

Enjoy your week!

Nomewome

What a Smelly Museum it must be!

Avoca Museum and Information Centre Signage placement!

Avoca Museum and Information Centre Signage placement!

Today, I am sharing this with you. I don’t know if any of you will find this funny?  Personally… I found this hilarious!

Avoca is on the way to the East Coast. You take a left turn off the Midlands Highway just past Conara. This takes you past Avoca, Fingal and St Mary’s. We usually do this on our way to St Helens or when we stay a few nights at White Sands Resort which is a bit further south and is also the home to Iron House Brewery! There is a European style pancake place  on the Elephants Pass if you turn right at St Mary’s. Don’t forget to take cash if you do want some yummy pancakes.

Continuing on through St Mary’s and past St Patricks Head you enter St Mary’s Pass. Now St Mary’s Pass has been subject to floods and fires. The road seems to always be slipping away down into the valley below. It has been patched up dozens of time. It’s a scary little road when you have to pass trucks coming in the opposite direction and I find myself thanking God for the trees over the guide posts that would hopefully stop us from plummeting to our deaths if the verge decided to give way! As you can see I’m not a fan of this road. It’s the main thoroughfare for the East Coast and it’s a sure sign of the lacking wealth there is in Tasmania! It’s disgusting! Please feel free to click on the link I have connected to ‘St Mary’s Pass’ above, to read an article about it from The Examiner Newspaper.

Now I’ve gone off the beaten track… it’s time to reflect on this lovely museum we happen to visit each and every time we travel East! All I have to say is that there is never enough brochures to go around and the artwork stinks!

Have a great end to the week!

Cheers

Nomewome

Overnight Camp a Big Success at the Beach: Part Two, Welcome to the Camping Club!

Coles Bay central.

Coles Bay central from our patch of beach.

Drama number two unfolded as hubby decided to add more fuel to the trangia while it was still alight. Not an idea I would recommend. Thankfully he had prepared a couple of pots with water for a cuppa later which were used to douce the flames before they engulfed the entire dinner area. It was a bit of excitement for a few minutes. Girls were a bit amazed at the hole in the tea towel but the snags were just perfect.

Our view from the Camp site in the National Park

Our view from the Camp site in the National Park

The day had been overcast and still and really just perfect. Next we thought it was time for roasting marshmellows on the beach followed by a spot of fishing! Nothing serious. Only seaweed caught on our lines.

Roasting Marshmellows on the beach.

Roasting Marshmellows on the beach.

She was so cautious with the flames. One contented little girl.

Marshmellow Roasting

Pretending to fish. We did lose a lot of bate though so something must have been happy. Pretending to fish. We did lose a lot of bate though so something must have been happy.

Forgot to mention the many many unfriendly little inhabitants of our campsite! Jack Jumpers and Bull ants/Inchmen?  On a previous camping trip we started out with number two being bitten on her foot. It swelled up far past her ankle and she cried all night. Thankfully, this trip, amazingly saw no one bitten. The picture bellow is a little out of focus. I haven’t got a micro lens.

Camp enemy number 1. Pictured here with bird poo! Jack Jumpers are nasty, nasty little creatures.

Camp enemy number 1. Pictured here with bird poo! Jack Jumpers are nasty, nasty little creatures.

The night fell around us and as we finally bunked down for the evening it started to rain. How pleasant it was. The toddler who NEVER sleeps all night happened to be the ONLY person who did sleep all night.

Running to the luxury flushing toilet block at 3:30am with a headlight was very interesting in the rain. It was like running in a blizzard without all the cold wind.

We encountered a very tame possum who had rearranged our camp table for us ready for breakfast????? Upon rising in the morning we were sorry to see that the pleasant nightime rain had continued. It was shaping up to be a wet pack-up.

Early morning view from our camp.

Early morning view from our camp.

Big girls decided to skip pack-up and head down to the beach while toddler helped us deflate boats and pack up tent poles, all the while acting as go-between from beach to camp…. not impressed! Hmmm. Note for next time: Must remedy lazy girl syndrome!

Evidence of a tiny helper. In the rain and all!

Evidence of a tiny helper. In the rain and all!

Apart from the rain and the few tiny dramas, the girls got to paddle, fish, fossick and discover. Run free and cook on the beach. They had a ball! So did we.

I must mention though that we were revisiting the exact same beach where the milkshake episode had occurred. (See Part One!) The spot where years earlier we had packed up in the rain only to have the car refuse to turn over. That thankfully did not happen and now the little one has been initiated into the camping club!

A successful camp indeed!

Cheers

Nomewome

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