Leaving Mt Field, we decided to back-track and take the high-way just north of Hobart, straight through to Launceston. The little princes travelled well and we found ourselves staying in a free camp at Campbell Town for the evening.
The Red Bridge Providore was serendipitously just across the road and we assembled a small feast for dinner in the park with some local ducks. I think, when I look back years from now, this will be the moment I will credit for falling in love with Tasmania. The crisp, clear late afternoon air and the golden light, make those last few minutes of the day seem to stretch for hours are nothing short of magical. In the morning we walked the main street, enthusiastically showed the boys the impressively large log that occupies pride of place in many a small town park in Tassie it seems, and set off for the short trip to Launceston. Initially, we were impressed with the size of the city, but upon trying to make a chiropractic appointment were aware it really is a large town, with only three chiropracters listed (all of which weren't taking new clients or feral tourists who haven't showered for far-to-long). We took the obigatory chairlift ride at
cataract gorge, play at city park and fish and chips at the dockside before turning in. The next morning was dark and gloomy so we took advantage of the
Queen Victoria Art Gallery and Museum with science centre and railway exhibit for the boys before heading off for
Seahorse World. Whilst chasing a 19 month-old around a seahorse breeding centre with open-topped tanks with ladders attached, may not be considered everyone's idea of fun, I was really inspired by those little critters and facinated by their sweet little snouts and fat bellies! More wild-life joy was to be had that evening when we went wombat spotting and M was accosted by several angry wombats on the way to the loo, one of which was actually under the van. Apologies for the poor picture quality, but you get the idea!
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