Natural splendour, real musics, wines, wordpower
All photos in this post were taken from Walkers Lookout.
(actually, from just slightly below it, which is the better choice, if you are looking south)
Near to the centre of Flinders Island, Walkers Lookout offers sweeping vistas in every direction, as you can see, here.
The best views look south, across the Darling Range and then to the much higher Strzelecki Peaks which dominate Flinders Island’s southwestern “corner”…and define the featured image’s horizon.
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It is Bass Strait’s largest island.
Among Tasmania’s more than 1,000 islands, only the “Apple Isle” is bigger.
However, Flinders Island’s nearly 1,400 square kilometres are home to fewer than 1,000 humans.
Any observant tourist will encounter many more wallabies than people; the same is true of wombats, cattle and Cape Barren geese.
Finding a splendidly wild and uncrowded beach is phenomenally easy; Flinders Island has more than 120 of them!
And if you are partial to granite and lichens….
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The Missing Goose is a cafe/restaurant on Flinders Island, in Bass Strait, north of the northeastern edge of “mainland” Tasmania.
(its Slovenian proprietor/chef rescued an orphaned Cape Barren gosling. She took delight in its return to the wild, but fondly hopes that its adult self may, eventually, choose her venue’s backyard as its nesting site)
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On the 5th day of March 2023 my beloved and I ate a delicious lunch, al fresco, just outside a tiger sanctuary in southern India.
On the 18th of March 2018 in southern Tasmania, the food, the winery’s Pinot Noir and our lunch’s quasi-natural setting were all lovely.
However, as so often proves true, in both the above cases it was one of our fellow diners who made our lunch unforgettable.
Neither of them had made a booking.
We were unable to converse.
We never discovered their names…
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It’s presumed that the author starts with an intention and if the book’s published they’ve succeeded in it. But successful books are ones that have escaped the author’s intentions and become something else. Novels when they succeed are incoherent and contradictory and mysterious. Nothing is more secondary to a writer’s achievements than their original ambition.
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Light aircraft are wonderful things, most especially when one is allowed to open the window whilst flying over a magnificent place, such as Tasmania’s Freycinet Peninsula.
Musically, this post celebrates both an incredible view, and the singular pleasure of being aloft in a small plane, open to the air.
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Those pictured were about to meet the southern edge of Tasmania’s Bruny Island.
The next substantial landmass, thousands of kilometres distant, is Antarctica.
The waves which inspired today’s music broke upon a tropical, Brazilian shore.
Comments closedThe featured image looks approximately south, over Stephens Bay.
The distantmost rocky point is South West Cape – the “corner” of southwest Tasmania.
This post is best viewed/read after its prequel.
2 CommentsBy any reasonable definition, almost all of Tasmania’s Southwest National Park qualifies as “wilderness”.
This post is the fruit of a wonderful walk along a relatively sheltered shore, on Bathurst Channel.
Its sequel will take you to a nearby ocean beach, likewise, far from road or wharf.
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