Lots and lots of driving today, interspersed with some visits to waterfalls.
First up, just outside of Strahan, was Hogarth Falls.
Next stop was Nelson Falls, just inside the Franklin-Gordon World Heritage area. I couldn’t get a good shot of the falls here, since they were in bright sun and surrounded by dark forest. So, I turned my attention to the flow through the rocks at the base of the falls.
Afterwards, I called in to Lake St Clair for a quick break…
and was joined by this Black Currawong who wanted to share my lunch.
From there it was on to Mount Field National Park, where I took the short walk to Russell and Horseshoe Falls.
I hadn’t planned to come to Cradle Mountain, but when I got up this morning, I had an urge. So, that’s where I went, right after a brief stroll amongst the pebbles on the beach at Mersey Bluff in Devonport.
Last time I was at Cradle Mountain was in 2003, when Kylie and I walked the Overland Track. This is the Ronny’s Creek Boardwalk, one of the start options for the track, and the one that we took in 2003. Although today I was only going as far as Crater Lake, as soon as I stepped out, I had a hankering to do the whole walk again. One day.
Heading up the mountain to Crater Falls, I soon realised that I’m going to have to get a hell of a lot fitter before I do it though.
I arrived in Launceston at around 1pm, and after sorting out van hire, food, and a few forgotten items, I headed to Launceston City Park to view the macaques. Nobody has ever been able to explain to me why there are macaques in a Tasmanian park, but let’s just go with it, huh?
Afterwards, I headed north to the Tamar Island Wetlands, home to swans, pelicans, heaps of other wetland birds, and at least one pademelon.
I seem to say this about almost every place I’ve visited, but Heron Island is one of my favourite places in the world. Unlike the more famous Whitsundays and other islands on the Great Barrier Reef, Heron Island is a coral cay – formed from the collection of sand, seeds and ultimately vegetation on a shallow coral reef. This means that Heron Island is surrounded by reef. As soon as you step off the beach, you’re snorkelling over coral, sharing the water with a variety of animals including tropical fish, reef sharks, turtles and giant clams.
When picking up the hire car in Adelaide, the lady said not to go the coast road because “there’s nothing there”. I’m glad I ignored her.
This is Doorway Rock, off the coast of Robe.
Also in Robe, this is The Obelisk. Erected on Cape Dombey in 1852, it was used to assist in navigation and to store rocket lifesaving equipment. Rockets were fired carrying baskets, which would then carry back passengers from distressed ships, saving many lives along this hazardous coastline.
A little further along is the town of Millicent, which is home of the largest wind farm development in the southern hemisphere.
Back in May, I had the opportunity to travel to the UK work. Not a lot of time for myself, but I did manage to spend a weekend in London. When I’m travelling, I prefer to capture the everyday. Of course, I did the tourist thing and shot the Tower Bridge, the London Eye and Hyde Park, but there’s nothing like finding those quiet moments in the life of the city.
This young artist perched himself high up on the plinth of Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square. Below him, tourists were climbing all over the structure, taking photos in front of the lions, but this guy had found his spot and was happy in his own little world.
The Sunday markets in Brick Lane are known for the wide range of weird and wonderful merchandise. And weird and wonderful people. This lady had taken some time out to watch a performance by The Sonic Manipulator. Weird. Wonderful.
Locked and Loaded
Brick Lane has lots of stalls selling bikes, bike parts and bike repairs. They range from one guy I saw who walked up, laid a couple of wheels on the ground and waited for a buyer, to more established ‘mobile bike shops’.
The London Underground. Home to some of the longest, steepest escalators I’ve ever come across.