I’ve looked at Tassie from both sides now

from in and out

and still somehow

Its Tassie’s illusion I recall

I really don’t know Tassie at all

(will apologies to Joni Mitchell)

 

I’m going to Tassie again

I place I can always go back to

find something new and beautiful

In Australian smallest State

An island State, part of an island nation.

 

Looking out across the blue clear waters that surround Tassie.

Looking in from coastal anchorages at

 

 

At storms rolling past

At the play of the light on the rocky shoreline

 

 

Looking in to tight harbour entrances

 

 

Sitting safe in historic ports

 

 

Travelling through beautiful wilderness

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a quirkiness that is only Tassie

 

 

Next month I’m going back to Tassie again

Taking the mighty Breva down for her second trip

I hope the sun never sets on my Tasmania adventures.