ah, tasmania

Sometimes I feel trapped in Tasmania. It lacks the wide open spaces of 'the mainland' and is just plain cut off from the rest of the world.

But sometimes living on a small island has its advantages. Like oodles and oodles of stunning coastline.

Our two nights away were too short (oh the pain of getting in the Combi and heading home!), but we did have time to enjoy several hours of coastal driving.

Simply wonderful.

Of course my camera batteries ran out at 1130 this morning (I had spares Mum... but they were flat when I put them in the camera - does the power slowly seep out of them, because I'm sure I charged them?!), and I was too cheap to buy any more so I can't share much with you, but wow, it was beautiful. Even the prosaically named Goat Island was graceful, lying low in the water just off the coast. I think I appreciated the beauty more for not observing it through the LCD of my camera!

Usually I'm careening along the highway a kilometre or so inland, so I appreciated the loveliness.

Anyway, here's a tiny peek at some of the scenery I did manage to capture. This is the beach we tumbled onto just metres from the front door of our beautiful accommodation at Beachside Retreat, West Inlet Farm. Delightful.

I'll spare you the 1500 photos featuring intricate variations of sand and shells (it's really no wonder the batteries ran out!) - as soon as I've sorted through them I'll post a select few.