t a s m a n i a


t a s m a n i a you were the best. Your meat pies in particular.

I loved it!




I walked away (indeed, I walked lots) with an appreciation for creativity, good food, kindness, enthusiasm, and the importance of culture for its positive affect in our lives. May we not be scared to get involved, own it, create, and value the arts and sport and whatever else floats your boat (heaps of those in Tasmania), because it provides a spark in a group of people in a way little else can.


Beeeeeach! If I learned anything it was that I loved the beach. I spent the first twenty minutes at the Bay of Fires enjoying the water before I realised I was supposed to be looking at rocks. haha.

The history was some of the oldest in the country and was horrible and thought-provoking and yet I’m not ashamed of that aspect, either – I guess it has sadly, shaped my country into what it is today, and makes my heritage (convicted great-great-great grandma landed in Hobart) heartily dunked with a good dose of humanity.


We toured inside my ancestor’s IXL Jam Factory, which speaks volumes about running a business with humility, compassion, integrity, and innovation (also, he married that same ex-convict. Redemption at its finest).



I had the time to read books and play games and sleeeeep, and just stare out the window. I learned about relaxing, curiosity, creativity, enthusiasm, and responsibility as we travelled as a family of adults.


And obviously, the views of Dove Lake, Wineglass Bay, Bay of Fires, Eaglehawk Neck, Huon Valley, and Mt Wellington, and all the coves and farmland and forest we covered in between, in our faithful black van (which made us look like thugs, if we wore the right clothing, and if we wore sunglasses and didn’t smile) – the beauty, fresh air, and uniqueness was stunning in a way I am only just starting to appreciate now.



Seals. Seals, peoples!




Also special shout out to Hobart: I want to come back, because you and your Big Ben replica and quirky restaurants made me smile.



I think I’ve left Tasmania refreshed, with a boatload of memories, stories, and photos, some in my camera and some in my head. You are beautiful.


2 thoughts on “t a s m a n i a

  1. A fantastic summary, reflective and inspiring, and articulated beautifully. Thank you and love you. Dad

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