A north west Tasmania adventure.

Back in the late ’80s, as a young teenager and budding basketball player, my visits to the north-west coast of Tasmania were not infrequent. I made the Launceston representative team several times and we would compete against the coastal towns of Devonport, Ulverstone, Somerset and Burnie. In particular the visits to Burnie still hold vivid, sadly less than pleasant, recollections of driving past heavy industry (Tioxide and APPM) and the ocean stained rust red from the effluent being pumped into it. Over twenty fives years later I travelled with my family for a weekend to Stanley. Can the north-west coast offer better memories for my kids, and renew mine?

The farmers of the north-west coast are growing some of Tasmania’s finest produce and our first stop, the Tasmanian Food and Wine Conservatory at Sassafras, is using those ingredients to create an impressive menu. The conservatory was originally built by a local gentleman as a home for his grand piano! The piano is still there in a corner but the room is now filled with tables, chairs and an abundance of the best food, wine and all things consumable the region and state has to offer. On this Saturday morning there was not a single table without a ‘reserved’ sign on it. Fortunately for April it was an unusually warm day so we took a spare seat outside. Teepees filled with cushions, and mounds of leaves falling from the old oak trees held the kids attention while we waited for breakfast. Surprisingly there are only a few restaurants in the northern half of the state absolutely committed to using local, seasonal produce and doing it incredibly well. This is one of them.


Living in Launceston, if conversation turns to local beach holidays, it is always the east coast and the north-east that get mentioned as ideal destinations. I had heard rumour of Boat Harbour, on the north-west coast, being a beautiful little hideaway spot so it was the second planned stop on our itinerary. Once you pass through Devonport the Bass Highway continues steadfastly along the coast and it is only rare moments the ocean is not visible. The next major town before stopping at Boat Harbour was Burnie. Thankfully it is a very different sight today than all those years ago. It certainly remains a centre for industry because of its deep sea port. The water is blue again though and the Tioxide factory, which produced titanium dioxide pigment for paint, has been demolished. The art-deco former APPM paper mill office building is now heritage listed yet unfortunately has not been fully occupied for some time. The docks while still mostly used by container ships are also being frequented by cruise ships offering their passengers a brief glimpse of the island state.

The rumours of Boat Harbour are absolutely true! Nestled in a little cove is a beach of pristine fine sand, with the most inviting water, framed by rocky outcrops. The Boat Harbour Surf Life Saving Club is right on the seashore with a great little playground and the dining space is leased by Harvest and Cater. It was lunch time, we were at the beach, fish and chips were on the menu and we were in no rush. My childhood memories of Burnie were fast being overwritten. The kids did not want to leave and I was wondering why we had not decided to stay here for a night.


The next leg of our journey was to our destination. Stanley is most famous for its geological feature commonly known as The Nut. It is in fact a 140 metre high volcanic plug, the remains of solidified magma from the vent of a long ago eroded volcano. The journey from Launceston, quite a distance by Tasmanian standards, is just under three hours without stops. We had booked Captain’s Cottage (circa 1835) as our lodgings, one of the original houses from when the area was settled by Europeans. While it was clean and the beds very comfortable the furnishings were an eclectic mix of old and faux old. The beige and brown tiles throughout the kitchen and bathroom suggested its last major overhaul was in the 1980s. Dinner was had at the Stanley Hotel Bistro. An excellent meal from a menu offering Cape Grim beef, chicken schnitzels (challenge: find a Tasmanian country pub without chicken schnitzel on the menu) and the like, again with an emphasis on using locally grown produce.

Going up and down The Nut Chairlift was unavoidable with three excited kids, I’m surprised they slept the anticipation was so great. Stanley is a compact town so we walked the short distance to the chairlift; $45 for a return family ticket and we were on our way up. This was an autumn day like few others. The air was warm and still, the sun tempting us to think summer had not past. We swayed gently above those who had taken the footpath and made the summit in a leisurely five minutes. The Nut circuit walk is another of Tasmania’s 60 Great Short Walks (click here for Leven Canyon walk). The path meanders around the perimeter of The Nut and is about an hour of mostly flat walking. Unfortunately the central terrain of The Nut has been overtaken by the invasive gorse bush although an eradication program is under way. The attraction is in looking out to the incredible expanse of ocean and impressive north-west Tasmanian coastline. There are several vantage points along the route all offering dramatic views. After descending we wandered around town following some of the Stanley Heritage Walk before settling for a while at Tatlows Beach on the western edge of The Nut so the kids could build sandcastles.

Day three we packed up the car, which had not been driven since arriving, as everything in Stanley is walking distance. We departed for Dip Falls and The Big Tree, about half an hour south of Stanley. Dip falls is another impressive geological feature thanks again to the ancient volcanic history of the area. Basalt rock formations have created a small cliff face of geometric stepping stones over which the falls tumble down. There was only a thin stream of water flowing on our visit as the state was experiencing an unseasonably long dry spell. The benefit to this was the amazing geological feature was completely exposed leaving you wondering just how it formed all those aeons ago. Just a few kilometres up the road is The Big Tree in a nearby forestry reserve. The stringy bark eucalyptus, while not impressively tall at about 62 metres, is a very rotund 16 metres around its base. The trees around it look like toothpicks by comparison.

After our little adventure to Dip Falls it was time for home. In three short days we had experienced just a snippet of the adventures along the north-west coast. As we coasted back to Launceston it was obvious by the sign posts there was so much more to explore, Rocky Cape National Park, Table Cape, the Tarkine WildernessWynyard… next time! It is a remarkable part of the world and I am glad of the opportunity to revisit the area. My kids’ childhood memories of the north-west coast, I am happy to say, will be much more inspiring than my own.


Map and directions of our travels. For further information see Tasmania’s North West Visitors Guide. Table Cape Tulip Farm is a colourful sight September – October. See it in style with an Aerial Paddock to Plate Tour hosted by Woolnorth Tours. Tasmania’s Aboriginal history is still hard to come by, Rocky Cape (National Park) or Tang Dim Mer is an opportunity for some pre-colonial history. Tasmania Parks and Wildlife Service 60 Great Short Walks app is available in the iTunes App Store.

At the time of writing Stanley does not have a petrol station. The nearest places to refuel are the Detention River Roadhouse (on the A2, 27km from Stanley in the Direction of Launceston) & Smithton (21km from Stanley heading in a westerly direction).

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A little St Helen’s adventure.

Visiting Tasmania has become a popular pastime in recent years. Like any of the world’s favourite destinations particular sites end up on the ‘must do’ list of visitors. Not too many people visiting Paris do not see the Eiffel Tower, it is hard to avoid the Statue of Liberty while in New York, and on the east coast of Tasmania Freycinet National Park and the Bay of Fires are the essential stop off sights. So, is there anything worth seeing between the two east coast natural wonders of Tasmania?

St Helen’s is nestled around the inner most point of George’s Bay. Once upon a time, in the early 1800s, it was a hub of activity for the whaling industry. By the late 1800s tin had been discovered in the hills surrounding the area and it bustled as a shipping port for the mines. Long before Europeans took an interest the Kunnarra Kuna tribe of Tasmanian Aborigines called the area home. Today oyster farming is prolific in the bay and fishermen still ply their trade throughout the year from the docks on the edge of town.

The small local population is bolstered during the summer and Easter holidays by mostly northern Tasmanians retreating to their ‘shack’ for some rest and relaxation. My wife’s family have been lured to the St Helen’s area for well over thirty years now. It all started for them with a caravan holiday which eventually turned into building their own ‘shack’ on the southern side of George’s Bay. On this southern side is St Helen’s Point Conservation Area which is where our little adventure took place.


Maurouards Beach, as legend has it, was once an unofficial naturists beach, for those who enjoyed an all over tan. On this day the few people using the beach were clad in wet suits bobbing up and down in the sea on their surf boards awaiting the next big wave. I brought my two daughters, four and six, to challenge their sense of adventure on the rocky outcrop which separates Maurouards Beach and Beerbarrel Beach. It is one of nature’s secret playgrounds, carved out by sea and air over an eternity. Some rocks are jagged, protruding out like fossilised dinosaur teeth, others huge and smooth, lacquered with the rust-orange lichen found all along the east coast. There is no soft rubber matting to fall on, better still, there are hidden tiny coves filled to the brim with more seashells than a child can imagine.


The determination and excitement of the two girls to traverse rocks bigger than themselves unaided was impressive. There were some areas where assistance was necessary but only reluctantly accepted. There aren’t too many easily accessible coastal sights these days where you can stop, look about, and realise there is absolutely nothing man made visible around you. This was a small oasis protected from the noise of cars, free from buildings, and the buzz of daily life. We stopped, in amongst the stones, for a snack of crackers, cheese and carrot sticks, plus a few Easter eggs remaining from the previous day’s hunt. The view nearby was the spray of sea water foaming high into the air as each wave made land. In the distance the horizon separated the dark blue of the ocean and gentle blue of the sky.


The short break was just that, short. The girls enthusiasm for adventure meant hastily repacking the backpack and chasing after them. The summit of the biggest rock in the area was in their sights and clearly I was the only one slightly apprehensive about it. One at a time they made their way up while I stood, less than poised, below. A short scramble up after them and I too could take in the panorama, many kilometres south beyond the town of Scamander and north to the adjacent Beerbarrel Beach. For a moment there was no talking as we each just stood admiring the landscape. This was as far as we were going today so we lingered, chatting about what makes the waves and why the tide goes in and out, “The moon helps! What? How?”  We made our way back to the car in no rush for the adventure to end. One scraped shin was the only injury for the day.

The following day we planned for a family afternoon at the beach. I was keen to retrace my steps and our twelve year old son had missed out on the previous day’s adventure. As he is older, and in theory, has more energy to burn we were both dropped at the Peron Dunes car park for an extended walk to meet up later at Beerbarrel Beach. Access to the dunes is a brief walk along a trail between native and introduced grasses to help reduce erosion. The ascent is brief but steep. Atop the dunes you are faced with yet another spectacular view. One thing this little island has in bountiful supply is spectacular views! My son set off running down the long soft slope in the direction of the sea. I took it slowly stopping to observe the delicate tiny sand sculptures created by the wind swirling through driftwood protruding from the dune. We had the place to ourselves.

Caution: Further south of the Peron Dunes car park the dunes are accessible by four wheel drive vehicles and there is a designated area for this activity. There is limited signage so very occasionally vehicles will stray out of the boundary and into the area where we walked.

My childhood adventures were camping and bush-walking predominantly. We were not much of a beach family. Even with a bucket and spade in hand I was a reluctant participant. Thankfully, I have realised the error of my ways. There is something about a beach walk that completely refreshes and resets your system. Meandering along an empty beach with only the sound of the sea, watching it ebb and flow, is incredibly soothing. I daydreamed the length of the beach while my son continued on ahead chasing gulls and searching for treasure in the pockets of seaweed washed up at high tide. We crossed the rocky outcrop IMG_0947stopping to clamber up the rock the girls had climbed the day before. The descent down from the rocks onto Beerbarrel Beach is narrow but manageable. We found everyone at the far end of the beach and spent an idyllic afternoon building sandcastles for the tide to demolish, as it inched its way further up the sand, one wave at a time.


St Helen’s Point Conservation Area (including Peron Dunes, Mauroraud and Beerbarrel Beaches) is accessible from St Helen’s Point Road [C851]. Turn off is from the Tasman Highway [A3]. St Helen’s Point Road is sealed up to St Helen’s Point car park and boat ramp which has the only toilet facilities in the area. Side roads leading into other car parking areas are unsealed but suitable for most vehicles. There is an easy walking track (30 minutes one way) between St Helen’s Point car park and Beerbarrel Beach. From Peron Dunes car park to St Helen’s Point car park, via Maurouard and Beerbarrel Beaches is about two hours at a leisurely stroll.

Peron Dunes Map

Other places of interest between Freycinet National Park and the Bay of Fires include Freycinet Marine Farm, Freycinet Vineyard, Devils Corner Vineyard, Douglas-Apsley National Park, Bicheno blowhole, Bicheno Food & Wine Festival (annual event: November) and Iron House Brewery.

Places of interest in and around St Helen’s include Binalong Bay, Humbug Point Nature Recreation AreaPriory Ridge WinesSt Columba Falls, Pyengana Dairy Company and Hall’s Falls.

There is an abundance of waterfalls on the east coast and throughout the state. Waterfalls of Tasmania offers a comprehensive guide with good information on locations and accessibility.

The Great Eastern Drive covers much of the east coast of Tasmania between Orford, just north of Hobart, through to the Bay of Fires on the north east coast.

For further information on vineyards in the area see The East Coast Wine Trail.


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Tasmanian wilderness and beach… in a day.

Autumn has arrived, my favourite season to explore Tasmania’s wilderness. The sun is less intense too so it is a perfect time for an afternoon of family beach activities. Can both be achieved in one day?

The north-west of Tasmania is without doubt the place to find some of the best wilderness experiences in the state from the iconic Cradle Mountain to our lesser known first destination of Leven Canyon. It is listed as one of the 60 Great Short Walks of Tasmania so visitor numbers are steadily increasing. While the east coast of Tasmania is best known for pristine beaches and crystal clear water the north-west has a few secret spots of its own.

The journey from Launceston to Leven Canyon is about two hours with the last stretch of road being very windy and narrow in places. This is the point where our three kids began their chorus, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”. If you are wanting to stop for a short break along the journey, Braddon’s Lookout is the place to do it.

Just a few minutes off the highway Braddon’s Lookout offers a spectacular view of the  northern coastline around to, on a clear day, the distant peak of Cradle Mountain. It is an opportunity to stretch your legs and see where the adventure lies ahead.


For this day out we were travelling through low lying mist and light rainfall which did not help with the children’s enthusiasm for adventure one little bit (the photo above from Braddon’s Lookout was taken on another, more sunny, day out). Leven Canyon Reserve offers camp sites, picnic tables, wood fire barbecues and good toilet facilities. It was a long weekend (bank holiday weekend) so the area was busier than usual but we had no trouble finding a quiet spot to pull on our boots and have a snack before setting off on the walk. Our plan was to have a barbecue after walking but that was thwarted for two very simple reasons; finding dry fire wood was near on impossible and should you have some dry kindling, matches are a handy item to pack! Plan B for lunch had to implemented.

[Caution: jack jumper ants are common around the picnic areas so take care if using a picnic rug on the ground]

The walk is broken up into three sections; Cruickshank’s Lookout, Forest Stairs and the Edge Lookout & Fern Walk. Cruickshank’s Lookout is the easiest and the most impressive, as long as you are not afraid of heights! The path is undulating and within a fifteen minute stroll the forest canopy opens up and you will find yourself on a platform looking across to Griffiths Ridge and overlooking the Leven River far below. It is a special and wild part of the world.


IMG_0729The Edge Lookout is at the mid level of the canyon and can be approached two ways. The Forest Stairs, all 697 of them, will guide you down through the rainforest to the lookout. If the thought of so many stairs makes you weak at the knees you can return the way you came and make your way down the Fern Walk path to the lookout. The full loop is about 45 minutes depending on the fitness and age of your fellow travellers.


As the season changes to cooler and wetter conditions the undergrowth of Tasmanian rainforests comes alive with fungi. A Field Guide to Tasmanian Fungi is a worthwhile addition to your backpack when adventuring through the trees. Wallabies are a regular sight too and though you almost certainly will not see them this area of Tasmania is home to Tasmanian devils and spotted tail quolls. Look up and there is always a chance of spotting a magnificent wedge tailed eagle soaring over head.


For the more adventurous there is another access point to Leven Canyon, into the canyon floor itself. It is a short drive out from the main picnic area and down the road to another car park. There are no facilities here other than an area to park and information about the walk. Black Bluff, snow capped in winter, is visible off in the distance. It is a confused view because the rugged mountain can only been seen due to the deforestation, directly across the road, by the local timber industry.


As we had our three children with us our plan was to make our way down to the bridge which traverses the Leven River and back again. Across the bridge is the Penguin to Cradle Mountain trail, an arduous multi day walk from the small coastal town of Penguin to the summit of Cradle Mountain. On a previous occasion with my Dad and 12 year old son we walked down along the track to Devil’s Elbow which is about an hour and a half return. The path is narrow, uneven and at times very close to steep drop offs. It is a destination worth reaching if you can. Our kids made it to the bridge with no trouble but of course where there is downhill there is the return uphill to contend with. The thought of an afternoon at the beach, swimming and sandcastles was enough to get them back to the car without much complaining of sore legs and tired muscles.

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True to Tasmanian form, as we left Leven Canyon for the sleepy township of Turners Beach, the sun broke through the clouds and by the time we arrived the sky was clear and IMG_0765the breeze warm. We stopped opposite the La Mar Café Providore, a great little eatery and supply store with very decent coffee should you need. The kids were into their swimmers and straight onto the beach within moments, they had temporarily forgotten their hunger. Fortunately Turners Beach has several excellent shelters with free electric barbecues. At the push of a button the hotplate was soon smoking and sausages were sizzling. It was a late lunch but a very successful one nonetheless.

After lunch our children spent the rest of the afternoon in the water. I rolled up my trousers and regretted I had not packed my own swimmers. There were not more than a dozen people taking advantage of the blissful afternoon. The fact is, even at the height of summer, you can turn up to any Tasmanian beach and you will not be confronted by hordes of people. The journey home was with contented sleepy kids. And yes, here in Tasmania you can quite easily spend the morning in the wilderness and the afternoon at the beach.


Map and directions of our day’s travel. Other places of interest along the route include Hazelbrae Hazelnuts, Christmas Hills Raspberry Farm, Ashgrove Cheese, Tasmanian Food and Wine Conservatory, House of Anvers Chocolates, Turners Beach Berry Patch.

For a comprehensive guide to all the fine fare of the north-west coast see the Cradle to Coast Tasting Trail.

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A West Tamar adventure.

Just planning a family day out to meet the needs of all can bring on a headache. Kids want playgrounds and do not care for long lunches in wineries. Long treks through the wilderness can challenge adults and kids alike. So, how do you enjoy a taste of it all in one day and have contentment all round?

The Tamar Valley’s central feature is the Tamar estuary. The North and South Esk rivers meet at Launceston and the Tamar guides those waters north to the Bass Strait. Either side of the Tamar are undulating hills now dotted with vineyards, fruit orchards and easily accessible little patches of wilderness ready to be explored.

On this day our first destination was Notley Fern Gorge. Just thirty minutes out of Launceston along the West Tamar Highway (then left on the C732 at Legana – full directions below) is a small pocket of impressive rain forest still not often visited by tourists or locals. There are five of us, the youngest being 4 years old, 6 and then 12 make up our three kids. The track is a circular route and at a stroll we meandered around in just over an hour. It takes you through lush green forest and is sign posted along the way with interesting details of endemic fern and tree species.

Do not be surprised to see a wallaby or two bound off through the undergrowth. At the lowest section of the walk several bridges make for an easy crossing of the small yet pretty stream. On a previous visit we were lucky enough to spot a well camouflaged native freshwater crayfish in the trickling waters. A bubble rising to the surface every few seconds gave it away. The uphill section of the walk tested our youngest child but the mention of tasty pastries at our next port of call, the Exeter Bakery, spurred her on to walk the distance back to the car.

Through to Exeter is less than 20 minutes (via Loop Road: Feb-Mar blackberries are in abundance. Be sure to pull over for a quick roadside forage). Exeter Bakery has stood the test of time having been around for over 100 years. It is rustic and basic, with tables inside and out, we ordered sausage rolls followed by huge chocolate eclairs which certainly tested the appetites of our kids. Scallop pies are a thing in Tasmania, I don’t know why, so if you are keen to try a local delicacy they are almost always on the menu at Exeter Bakery.

The main road of Exeter is also part of the Tamar Valley Wine Route, so back tracking a little, our next adventure for the parents was a wine tasting at Moores Hill Vineyard. The vineyard was established in 1997 and is planted out with Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, Riesling and a few rows of both Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot. A verandah, encouraging you to linger, overlooks the vines and the interior is smart and welcoming. In the corner a big tub of Duplo kept our younger two children busy and our eldest strolled along the vines looking out for Otto the weimaraner. We tasted the range of wines, their Riesling is a stand out, and we came away with a bottle of Pinot Noir, Riesling and Rosé (all 2015 vintage). Without children, relaxing out on the deck with a glass of wine and one of their fine platters on offer would be bliss; next time!

 Half an hour of adult time requires significant negotiation with wily children so it was time to head back in the direction of Launceston with a stop off at Rose Bay Park better known locally as Gravelly Beach playground (back on the A7 and left at Gravelly Beach Road). This is a fantastic play area for all age groups and is on the edge of the Tamar. There are climbing frames, swings, slides and a small skate park for the more adventurous. We had plenty of time so the kids well and truly exhausted themselves. We spent the last half hour simply sitting on the rocky river’s edge throwing pebbles into the water and watching boats sail by. The park has barbecue facilities and toilets too.

Brady’s Lookout was our final planned stop off. It is about ten minutes from the playground on the way back into Launceston. Mathew Brady was a notorious bushranger in the early 1820s. It is said the lookout area offered him a vantage point to see when supply ships sailed into Launceston. On the run for about two years he was betrayed by one of his own. Mathew Brady was hanged in 1826 at the old Hobart gaol. While the story is grim, the lookout offers wonderful vistas up and down the winding Tamar. Toilet facilities and a barbecue are on site and it is a place we have visited many times in the past packed with a picnic basket and frisbee for an afternoon of leisure. The park has good wheelchair access also. As we approached the turn off it was clear, in the rearview mirror, we had two sleeping children. We gave Brady’s Lookout a miss and it was time for home after a very enjoyable day exploring the West Tamar region.

Map and directions of our day’s travel. Other vineyards along the route we traveled include Velo Vineyard & RestaurantWines for Joanie and Stoney Rise.

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Hobart’s Garagistes Restaurant.

Many words have already been written enthusing the food coming from the kitchen of Garagistes Restaurant, this post is more about the experience. It is an essential destination for those visiting Tasmania seeking a restaurant determined to use the best food ingredients of the region.

Seating is at communal, predominantly high rise tables on low backed stools that encourage you to lean in and quickly forget those beside and around you. Cleverly you are also at eye height to the diligent staff so conversation flows easily each time a plate arrives from the five course menu.

Wine is by the glass (150ml), taste (75ml), carafe (375ml) and the bottle. Don’t look for familiar brands, you won’t find them, and don’t expect a long list of Tasmanian wines. This list acknowledges the predominantly European wine makers crafting wines with wild yeasts and little or no chemical intervention.

A restaurant like Garagistes can be a daunting experience. Do not go if your comfort zone is a menu in three sections offering dishes of three parts vegetable, one part meat. The only choices here are at the second and fourth course. Every dish is a similar size and there is a good chance of dried wild olive being a component of your dessert.

On the other hand you can be seated and simply relax, read the menu or don’t, browse the wine list then push it aside. As water is being poured, take in the surrounds; the walls are free of art, music – I’m not sure there was any, the only window looks into the illuminated meat curing chamber and the kitchen is completely open for all to see.

Know that you are in exceptionally capable hands and leave the decision making to them. Drink wine or sake by the taste and share with your companion. Revel in the non-conformity of this cavernous dining room. Take the later second sitting option if you can.

There is no need to expand upon each and every dish, other than to say the food is created with care and attention seldom seen in Tasmania. It would be worth returning  just for the bread alone. The food we enjoyed is most probably not what next week’s diners will enjoy. Tasmania might be enjoying cult status as a food destination but the reality is less than a handful of people are growing anything beyond the traditional crops. Those that are, are delivering it straight to Garagistes.

I wonder how many people noticed on the night we dined the unassuming waiter with an uncanny knowledge of the menu was in fact the chef and co-owner, Luke Burgess. Garagistes is fine dining but not as you know it.

Dinner for two: set five course menu $90 per person.

Our bill for two including wine: $292

Reservations online two weeks in advance, two seatings early and late: www.garagistes.com.au

103 Murray Street, Hobart.

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A blog about having not yet blogged.

I make granola, working from home. It is a repetitive, not very brain straining kind of task, measuring, mixing and baking (day time food). Every day I bake I write a blog in my head. It may be about food, politics, my home state of Tasmania, being a work from home parent or my other occasional profession as a freelance butler. Nothing new really apart from maybe the butler thing. At least it keeps my mind occupied.
The catch is as I clean up from baking for the day two of three kids are arriving home from school and the youngest waking up from her afternoon nap. So it is straight into parenting duties. The blog in my head becomes a vague memory. As dinner is whipped up and homework mulled over what is left of the blog is filed away, somewhere, in the grey matter.
Once the kids are settled it is time to discuss Mrs Mc’s day at work. This is both enjoyable and frustrating. Both of us are long time hospitality people, interstate, overseas and once again back here in Tasmania. The enjoyment is in just sitting around with your partner talking, dissecting the events of the day; the frustration comes from the ‘interesting’ way her workplace operates. Hospitality is a strange business (that’s for another blog, filed away already, somewhere in there).
Of course by this time the interest in writing a blog has long since waned and I go to sleep dreaming, one day, I will write that first blog.
Today it dawned on me, with mobile device in one hand, mixing spoon in the other, why not type it as I think of it! So here it is, my first blog, about why I haven’t blogged yet. Between measuring, mixing and baking, here are few more words to further clog up the www.
Until next time…

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