Murals , devils and driving

The ship was in port right on time and we were taken off on another golf buggy in no time. I think the lady on the Budget car desk was waiting only for us and before we knew it we were on our way to……. Sheffield.

No not that one, Sheffield, Tasmania possibly the most serine , peaceful towns I have ever visited. They are known for their murals and it was indeed a picturesque setting. It was also very charming, quirky and friendly (that word friendly seems to be cropping up a lot on this adventure, think on that Athens). All I am saying is the type of town a man can take his pet Llama for a walk down the high street and no one bats an eye is the type of town I want to live in.

From there we travelled into the Cradle mountain (and into the rain) to the Tasmanian Devil sanctuary, it was great seeing the Devils along with ‘Pancake’ the wombat and several quorks (spotted long tail and Eastern varieties) what really impressed me and Deb was the dedication of the young keeper who was so passionate and knowledgeable (as well as really entertaining) A great day.

I then drove, and drove along the quietest and straightest roads I have ever driven on, to say Tasmania is a wilderness is an understatement especially as we are now out of the main tourism season. Eventually we arrived at the picturesque town of Strahan just as the sun was starting to set, I went hunting and gathering a couple of meat pies and some store goodies we can’t get in the UK (Caromela koala anyone) before settling in and thinking I better write up some of this blog stuff)