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After working most of the night then until late morning, we drove to Burnie, leaving about 12:30PM. We just wanted to get to a Harvey Norman or similar retailer to buy an inverter. We are going to begin “Free Camping” as this is what most people we have met do in Tassie. Almost everywhere you stop there are caravans, campers and motor homes of every shape and size camping along the seaside or the bush. The towns and shires encourage it as well and there are plenty of toilets and dump spots all over the place. We have talked to these people whenever we’re able to find out how they set up. What you hear is as varied as the rigs they live in. Some people swear by having a larger generator, others vehemently disagree and prefer a very small generator, while others discount the need for a generator altogether. Some have large vans with toilets and showers while most others don’t have anything. Others have tent-type showers and portaloos and swear that’s all that’s needed while others don’t even have that.
We’ve come to the decision that it boils down to what WE need for OUR circumstances and while all the advice and observations of what others are doing are useful we’ve just got to set up for our own circumstances. One thing’s for sure though – There’s simply no need to spend between $25 and $35 per night on van parks. Anyway, we had not intended to “sightsee” today just get to Burnie and back. This would normally take an hour there and an hour back.
After meeting more of the super friendly Tassie natives in Burnie and soaking in the warm 23-degree sunshine and perfect day, (again that great pride in their State was prominent in conversation), we headed back and decided to turn off the Bass Highway and peek in at Wynyard.
View Map of Wynyard
A nice little place is Wynyard, with picturesque beaches and a beautiful river running through the town. Not far out of town we saw a sign pointing to “The Light House” and “Table Cape”, so thought we’d check it out. We were met with the typical Tasmanian smorgasbord of colour and breathtaking beauty that we’ve experienced every day so far. We were treated to immaculately managed farms, a 122-year-old lighthouse with a fascinating history, a tulip farm, onions (yes onions), narrow “English countryside” type lanes with hedges running along the sides, rolling hills, super-rich soil, sheep, cows, deer, vegetables pristine cottages, and breathtaking ocean views – all within about 2 or 3 square kilometres!
The view from the lighthouse and the surrounding sheer cliffs that plummet into the sea was indescribable. I have an insufficient bank of words and phrases to describe what we were looking at. The silence coupled and the peace was quite overwhelming. This little slice of paradise was a place we had to fight to pull away from. The sheer impact of the scenery and the “Look and Feel” of the place seemed to hold us there like a magnet.
Moving further down the road we came to Boat Harbour, a little seaside village that Barry and Christine urged us to visit. They were right. Kerrie aptly described this place as like the English village in the TV series Doc Martin only not as old. Every house is built on the side of a hill that rolls down to the brilliant white sand of the beach and each one has an unhindered view of Bass Strait. The water is pristine – very, very cold but crystal clear with as many colour contrasts as you would find in a diamond. Unique rock formations covered in an orange moss-like growth added to the explosion of colour. The locals were all keenly swimming; something we couldn’t even contemplate as Kerrie’s toe nearly froze when she pandered to her desire to know how cold the water was by sticking her foot in. The seascape, bordered by sheer cliffs and rolling hills and trees, was mesmerising.
We moved on to the hamlet of Sisters Beach and wandered around the beach there again meeting a number of free campers sipping glasses of wine overlooking the bush and the sea. The hour or so still left to drive back to Stanley was framed in the wild colours of the setting sun, turning tree tops and hilltops fiery red against a background of green that deepened into deep dark green as the sunset. We were so tired when we got home but the Steak meal Kerrie cooked, (using the potatoes we were given in Burnie), was delicious. We had a glass of Tasmanian Rose and went to bed knowing that once again we had seen and experienced something unique.