
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.
