stanley

A long long time ago, two intrepid explorers, Bass and Flinders, discovered 'The Nut' (sorry, it was raining all day Saturday so I didn't get any photos, and by the time the sun came out on Sunday my batteries were dead. Check out the link for a cool picture). Sadly lacking in imagination, they called the gigantic volcanic plug 'Circular Head'. Well why not? It is a circular head of land after all!

Over time the English realised some of the best grazing pastures in the world were found at the base of the Nut, and they busily set about establishing farms. Not long after that they noticed the area also had an excellent little harbour, so they built a wharf, sent a few more people along to try out the fishing and, hey presto, the town of Stanley came into existence. The King granted them all permission to set up a company, and Van Diemen's Land Co started trading in 1824 or so. The rest is history.

Before they knew it they were long gone and Frank and I were strolling the streets of this historic township, soaking in the atmosphere (and the rain), eating chips made from the best potatoes in the world (of course) and sampling the local seafood (Again, the best in the world. If you hang around in Tasmania for long enough you soon realise that everything Tasmanian is 'the best in the world'! Quite possibly it's true.)

Maybe it was the history (by Australian standards, Stanley is old). Maybe the 3 hour drive to get there. Maybe it was the steadily narrowing roads the further we travelled from the big city. Or the hundreds of sheep and cows grazing in green paddocks. The stately homes set back on gently rolling hills? Whatever the reason, we felt like we'd stepped into a time warp where the minutes ticked by more slowly (or was it just that my watch stopped?!) and the sun moved less quickly across the sky (oh, what? That was the rain clouds?!).

I would have loved to explore every historic nook and cranny of Stanley (word of warning: don't ever visit a museum with me!) but mostly we wanted to enjoy the natural beauty of the area. Wow, we were blown away.

First there was the amazing ecocabin we stayed in...

...then the beach we looked out on...

...and some pretty cool flora and fauna. (Check out the crabs! The beach was absolutely crawling with thousands of these little fellas. Apparently they're called soldier crabs, and when you see them all marching across the sand it's not hard to see why!)

But what topped it all off for me was the artistry displayed in nature. The beach is set on a small inlet where the water flows back and forth across the sand, creating the most incredible patterns and sculptures. I could have stared for hours.

As it was, time wasn't really standing still and we had to come home. So we took the obligatory 'we were here' photo and trundled back the way we'd come, on the ever widening road, back to where the cars never stop going through the night. But I've still got sand in my shoes and I don't think I'll be forgetting this trip for a while!

back by popular demand (or 'too slack to study')

Due to an overwhelming number of requests, I have decided to come out of my mini-hiatus in order to continue regaling you with stories of life on a small island. Your positive feedback and support has been encouraging and inspiring to say the least.

Besides, with a little bit of organisation I'm sure I can work, cook, clean, wash, meditate, make cards, organise church music, sew, sleep, exercise, spend time with Frank, cultivate friendships, study and blog! Shouldn't be too hard surely!?!

I didn't do much study today anyway... it was hot (32C degrees) and sunny, I couldn't concentrate and the beach was beckoning us.

We made the spontaneous decision to take advantage of one of Tasmania's few hot days by heading to Green's Beach for the nicest swim I've had in ages.

Usually, no matter how warm it is at home, at Green's Beach it's cold and windy, but today it was beautiful and warm with a light breeze. Our only issue was with the tide - we had to walk half a kilometre to even dip our toes in the water!

The flat sand banks extend quite a way out to sea, so the waste-deep shallow water warms to provide a refreshing dip without the usual freeze of the southern waters. Being on Bass Strait rather than the ocean, there was hardly a wave and we just puddled around in the water enjoying ourselves. Fish and chips and ice cream from the harried owners of the corner shop (experiencing their busiest day of the year) topped off a lovely afternoon.

I promise to study tomorrow. Really. I will! (If I don't go to the beach again that is, since it's supposed to be another scorcher)

And for the record, I did do an hour or two of study this morning!