Another morning in paradise
July 22nd 2007 18:43
[SIZE=4]Another beautiful morning in Paradise:
I woke this morning to a knocking on my door, “come” I called from the comfort of my bed. I find the big blonde barmaid from last night had become a receptionist dressed in a suit that still could not hide her endowment. She had come to see if I required breakfast. My only requirement was to get a good handful of this lady but as I said earlier, a gentleman never tells.
Later in the morning I was conning the little Astra over a small mountain range. Crisp cold air and the remains of frost or perhaps a light snowfall on the side of the road. I took the small dirt road that led to Lake Leake. Here there is a great pub that just says character, character, character but it was not open for drinks today. As I was driving that was hardly a problem and I motored on to the small village. It is called a village but in reality it is a group of small holiday shacks built hither and thither around a protected bay of the lake. Each shack was unique to itself and I swear each tried to be smaller than the next. I don’t know how the lease or land ownership here works but I did see council clean up guys working and I have to say it is the tidiest group of shacks I have ever seen. No peeling paint or untidy edges yet they still managed to take on a ramshackle charm. It is the old fashioned style of holiday home where everyone builds what they can with what material is available and then sits down to enjoy their holiday. Very unlike the multi million dollar places we Aussies call holiday homes these days. These shacks are built of fibro, corrugated iron or split rails. Some even seem to be canvas nailed over a timber frame!
I returned to the highway, (I had seen three cars all morning) to motor on to the main road between Launceston and Hobart. I was now not far from home so I returned to the college in time for lunch and an afternoon of hitting the books. I travelled a little over five hundred and fifty kilometres for around fifty bucks worth of petrol. I reckon anyone could see the best part of Tassie for under three tanks of petrol and three or four nights of budget accommodation with great meals thrown in. This time of the year, July, there is not a lot of traffic and accommodation prices are reasonable and available!
Not much to do with boating I know but I can recommend that anyone that is in the area book into the chalet/pub at Lake Leake, hire a boat and drag a lure around the lake. It will be a unique experience I guarantee it.[/SIZE]
I woke this morning to a knocking on my door, “come” I called from the comfort of my bed. I find the big blonde barmaid from last night had become a receptionist dressed in a suit that still could not hide her endowment. She had come to see if I required breakfast. My only requirement was to get a good handful of this lady but as I said earlier, a gentleman never tells.
Later in the morning I was conning the little Astra over a small mountain range. Crisp cold air and the remains of frost or perhaps a light snowfall on the side of the road. I took the small dirt road that led to Lake Leake. Here there is a great pub that just says character, character, character but it was not open for drinks today. As I was driving that was hardly a problem and I motored on to the small village. It is called a village but in reality it is a group of small holiday shacks built hither and thither around a protected bay of the lake. Each shack was unique to itself and I swear each tried to be smaller than the next. I don’t know how the lease or land ownership here works but I did see council clean up guys working and I have to say it is the tidiest group of shacks I have ever seen. No peeling paint or untidy edges yet they still managed to take on a ramshackle charm. It is the old fashioned style of holiday home where everyone builds what they can with what material is available and then sits down to enjoy their holiday. Very unlike the multi million dollar places we Aussies call holiday homes these days. These shacks are built of fibro, corrugated iron or split rails. Some even seem to be canvas nailed over a timber frame!
I returned to the highway, (I had seen three cars all morning) to motor on to the main road between Launceston and Hobart. I was now not far from home so I returned to the college in time for lunch and an afternoon of hitting the books. I travelled a little over five hundred and fifty kilometres for around fifty bucks worth of petrol. I reckon anyone could see the best part of Tassie for under three tanks of petrol and three or four nights of budget accommodation with great meals thrown in. This time of the year, July, there is not a lot of traffic and accommodation prices are reasonable and available!
Not much to do with boating I know but I can recommend that anyone that is in the area book into the chalet/pub at Lake Leake, hire a boat and drag a lure around the lake. It will be a unique experience I guarantee it.[/SIZE]
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