After a long sleep in we departed for Christmas lunch with
Christmas Day- Jonnie
our ol’ friend Jonnie Weaver, Matt, Matt’s brother and Matt the author of two books. Champagne was served with a selection of seafood. We then moved to the dining room for a traditional roast - rather exceptional. I had been a tad worried by the endless smoke emitting from the kitchen. The Aussie culture was blended in nicely at the end, as we feasted on Pavlova for our pud. I say feasted- you should have seen the size of Matt’s piece (see the photo......)
Check out the size of Matt's pavlova, Christmas Day
We then retired to the lounge room and enjoyed drinks, friendly banter and laughs........ All too soon it seemed, we departed for our next appointment- Christmas night drinks with 3 of my cousins, partners and friends. Having had no plans for Christmas day, we were rather pleased with how it turned out, we enjoyed ourselves immensely- a big thank you to all involved!
Then it was off to Tassie.
Leaving Melbourne, bound for Tasmania
The port was literally a 5 minute drive and we were soon aboard the Spirit of Tasmania bound for the Apple Isle - on a day sail no less - even caught the ferry going the other way
Passing the Spirit of Tasmania, Bass Strait
With a 9 hour sail ahead of us, we made use of the free cinema to watch some locally produced docos. We have all heard the stereotypes of Tasmania- they have two heads- marry their sisters- and generally a bit slow. The 3 documentaries we watched did nothing to ease these stereotypes. Dave and I were in fits of laughter, only it wasn’t a comedy...... the first featured local artists- who make Nimbinites look completely sane. Need I mention the purple skivvy, brown jumper wearing banjo player, Frosty the rapper, who is tone deaf, or the ‘Art Film’ where a dementia suffering mother asked her daughter ‘you still a licker (lesbian)?’ I guess ‘she was still a licker’ as she then tried to slip the tongue into her Aunty. Mmm tasteful viewing........... The theme of this film was death, divorce and how new comers aren’t really welcome. Again.............. mmmmmmmmmm............ welcome to Tasmania!!
We spent our first night in Devonport. Really just a place to lay our weary heads, but Tasmania produced her typical weather for us- cold, wet and windy. As I type the camper is ‘swaying in the breeze’, the 75km per hour breeze that is...... But we can’t complain we are now staying at Ross- a picturesque Georgian village with much convict history still standing. We have set up camp on the bank of the Macquarie River, just near the famous convict built Ross Bridge
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The famous Ross Bridge, Ross
A short stroll away is Lovers Lane, complete with a Love Seat, where you can sit and gaze at the flowing river and intricate carvings of the bridge..... or are you supposed to gaze at your loved one?.....
Lovers Seat, Ross
Ross Bridge at night
We plan to enjoy a coffee in the Heritage Listed sandstone bakery in the morning, before setting of for Port Huon, where our friends Kel and Dean reside.
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