photos to come

A beautiful day south of Swansea, Tasmania.  We are camped up for the Easter weekend, apparently in a place regularly visited by the police.

We sent Andre and Paula ahead to ascertain the spaces available and they sent a message saying there were plenty of spots.  By the time we got here the following day some of the residents had their heavy rock going, loudly and it didn’t stop until 11.00pm.

I’m saying nothing more on that other than I saw an old guy, a younger one and a young woman.  After my reading my imagination is going crazy.

We were sitting round the table with Andre and Paula and a skinny woman who looked older than me and wearing a bra and thong (not a good look as even though she was thin there was a lot of loose skin hanging) and who was drunk came past us.  She’d fallen into the ocean and another lady had rescued her.  Apparently she was embarrassed because she wasn’t fully clothed but she stood there talking to us and swaying.  Andre said later he was frightened to look at her in case she put him off women.

 We’ve been here for three nights and we’ve seen the police twice.  So, it looks as if we could be in for an interesting weekend.

Andre took Steve fishing and they caught three Wrasse

 between them.  Steve made a stuffing with leeks, breadcrumbs, lemon juice, olive oil and chives and cooked them wrapped in baking paper in the baby q.  He left the heads and tails on and they looked awful but they got eaten.

When we were at the scout camp and Steve had the fire going I thought it would be nice to have some baked potatoes so he got two ready, wrapped them in tin foil and put them in the fire.  When we were all talking around the fire he kept checking them to see if they were done and eventually he had a look at them.

Ever wondered where the little charcoal bits that you put on the bbq come from?  That’s just what they looked like, hard and black on the outside and hardly anything worth eating on the inside.  Needless to say, they weren’t worth eating.

We were behind a motor home today which had ‘Free Spirit’ on the back.  We said it was a good sign until we saw the registration number.   

We went to Dunally last week.  We arrived the day they were having a music festival to raise funds for the bush fires.  There was so many people there and we were directed to a field which was full of cars and Andre and Paula. 

It was so sad driving down because the homes were burnt and some of the owners were living on the block, some in caravans and others in tents.

We had fun last night.  Yesterday a pretty large tent went up then a few cars with women and children turned up.  The kids ranged from about nine months old to perhaps 18.  The little kids were so excited and got their places and marked it with their sleeping bags and pillows.  When everyone was in bed it started.  Shouting and swearing from the older girls.  Andre and Paula’s caravan was closest and Andre was looking out of the window.  No point in us doing that because we need to put the contacts in and clothes on and Steve slept through it all anyway.

It went on for about an hour, a mum from further away came to them and tried talking to the most drunken girl, then a guy came up and took one of them away for a walk.  Very exciting times in Tasmania.

Funnily enough, there’s a heap of young men here as well and they started drinking early yesterday but we never heard  anything from them.  Most of the locals bring their boats.  Between them, the caravans and tents there’s hardly room to move.  If there’s a fire its doubtful we’d get out and we’d have to make our way down to the beach.