We all slept a little better last night, though Chris was kept awake by the hoons who were apparently trying to steal our car all night, and break into the apartment and take the kids (perhaps this was just wishful thinking... ?!). Poppy only snored at a dull roar, so that was a pleasant change.
After breakfast and a brief stop at the shops, we set off primarily to see the Tahune Air Walk.
We stopped for refreshments at Geeveston, where we ate a cafe were they wore period costume. The food was ok, but poppy's poor tummy didn't like the pastry. Very cool woodcarvings for seats which the boys liked as well.
Geeveston also had a forestry museum which we walked around for nearly an hour looking at the exhibits. We also encountered another family who were staying at Regent park. Geeveston was also home to a few woodcarvings of historical local figures and to a family that had 17 children – and none were multiple births!! We worked out she was constantly pregnant for 20 years.
We arrived at Tahune after driving on the road with the inaccurate distance signs and commenced our walk. We discovered that naughty people could use the Air Walk for free as no-one was there to check tickets. However, we had prepurchased ours in Geeveston.
The Air Walk was very cool, walking quite a distance above the ground among the trees. We all walked out onto a section call the cantilever suspended high above the Huon River supported only by cables. You could see the junction of the Picton and Huon river from this vantage.
We went for another walk along the river and then set off for what was planned to be a slightly longer drive home. On the way back we stopped at a few lookouts, including the Big Tree. Despite the imaginative name, it was in fact very aptly named. It was 80+ metres tall and weighed over 400 tonne.
We took an extremely scenic journey home, and saw several thousand properties for sale. Nanny would like to move here and renovate every one.
We briefly stopped at Margate and found an old steam train that had been converted into shops and a restaurant. Unfortunately they were closed.
We returned to Hobart in time to catch the penultimate Australian Idol of 2006. Although there is no channel Ten in Tasmania (!), we were lucky to watch it.
We ate toasted sandwiches for dinner and Chris made apple fillos that were (as usual) yummy.
Everyone was quiet tired and it did not end up being a late night.
