Travelling Back
The eagle has landed: docked in Devonport Apart from all the sorting out, organising and packing, I take a walk down the driveway to check the eucalypt trees for koalas, with no results. But I do see a pair of crimson rosellas, which are beautiful. I can afford the time not to rush and when I do leave it's a little bit sad because it's been a beautiful place to stay and I think I'd like to come back. I would certainly like to explore more of Wilson's Prom. It's raining intermittently all morning and as I drive, the state of my rear windscreen tells me my hopes of arriving in Hobart with a clean car are thwarted. Road spatter from passing vehicles is seeing to that. Bother. It was clean yesterday afternoon... The South Gibson Highway is pleasant enough driving and I resist the temptation and invitation of the brown signs to explore their delights and mysteries. Another time maybe. 2 hours driving and I'm onto freeway and at a roadside service centr...