Adventure films, scones, Wilderness Yoga, national parks, soggy camping, Aboriginal caves, and… a honeymoon suite. What a medley – some of the last components of our fantastic road trip of the west and north-west of Tasmania.
From the incredible wilderness of the Tarkine Forest Reserve, we drove north-east to the coastal town of Stanley, where I virtually ran up the short steep track to the plateau of ‘The Nut’ – a 134m high massif – as there was something delicious awaiting us after our walk. Scones. We’d done some research on trusty Tripadvisor and found people to be raving about the Devonshire Tea at a particular cafe. Well, since discovering that we couldn’t resist giving them a go. Jasmine said she’d never seen me move so fast. Unfortunately, the scones were a little disappointing. They were lovely and light, but it’s the cream. The cream lets them down… again. They don’t use clotted cream here in Oz, it’s whipped cream, and it’s just not as good. I obviously ate the whole lot though.
Rocky Cape National Park was definitely worth a look, especially the north and south Aboriginal Caves. People are asked not to enter them for cultural reasons, but even from afar they were impressive.
We camped on Boat Harbour Beach and watched a beautiful sunset whilst devouring red wine and cheese… mmmm.
With stops at Wynyard and Burnie, we made our way to Cradle Mountain for the Cradle Mountain Film Fest.
The film festival was great. I am so pleased I went. Here is the low-down, in short, of what we got up to over the weekend –
Friday night – a film called Sea Gypsies – The Far Side of the World – “a salty group of fearless sailors boards a hand-built gypsy boat to sail from New Zealand to Patagonia” (text taken from google). I loved it.
Saturday arvo – One Year in Tasmania Adventure Film screening – A shortlist of the best short adventure films made in Tassie in 2016/17. Some fantastic films were shown. Our favourite, and the winner, was made by an English trio about their rock climbing adventure on ‘The Candlestick’ – a sea stack off the east coast of Tassie.
Saturday evening – Mountainfilm on Tour from Telluride, Colorado – the best of Mountainfilm adventure films. The screening was supposed to be outdoors, but with temperatures around the 2°C mark, I’m pleased we were moved into the hotel. I thoroughly enjoyed the evening and left feeling happy, positive and inspired to continue making the most of this beautiful world we live in, to have courage, and to follow my dreams. Always.
Sunday 5.30am – Wilderness Yoga – I left Jas sleeping in the rather damp tent and rugged up in seven layers to join three others by Dove Lake – overlooking Cradle Mountain – for yoga at sunrise. Wow. Cold. But wow. (For photos see this link – http://heathholden.photoshelter.com/gallery/CRADLE-MOUTNAIN-FILM-FESTIVAL/G0000ftt5fUSIjpI/3 ).
Sunday – Mountain Huts Film Trail – we walked around Cradle Mountain experiencing short films screened in the mountain huts, some not usually open to the public. At some huts we were even made a hot drink and given biscuits. It was a splendid way to spend the day.
To top off the wonderful day we’d had, we started heading back to Hobart Sunday evening and realised we were both too shattered to drive, so we found a b&b in the city of Launceston. When we checked in, without meaning to, we ended up sounding sorry for ourselves about our tent leaking and being cold the last few nights. The b&b host took pity on us I think. She upgraded us to the honeymoon suite! Get in!
Gosh, what a journey. How great is life…?!