1. Old Macs Caravan and Motorhome Farm Stay (09:30)
Overnight stay at the farm, it was nice and quiet. Can get very busy here; we are with Sue and Greg for this part of our trip.
2. Lilydale Falls (10:25)
Drove out to the falls with Sue and Greg on the way to George Town.
3. George Town (12:42)
George Town has some significance to Sue. I believe her maiden name was George, and she wanted to have a beer and a meal at the George Town hotel.
4. Old Macs Caravan and Motorhome Farm Stay (15:13)
Back at the farm after a very pleasant day out with friends. Time to relax and enjoy a beer and wine with Sue and Greg
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We have been enjoying the peace and quiet at the farm stay in Old Mac's farm, Tasmania. It is one of those places that can get quite a crowd, but we have found a lovely little pocket to call our own for a few days. We are lucky enough to have Sue and Greg along with us for this stretch of the trip, and having good friends to share a yarn with makes the evenings even better.
One of the things we noticed was a bright blue police box just sitting in the tall grass. It looked exactly like the one from that old show the kids used to watch, sitting there amongst the yellow wildflowers. Steve reckoned if we stepped inside, we might end up back in Western Australia.
We decided to head out for a bit of a look around and made our way to Lilydale Falls. It was a beautiful walk through the bush, very cool and damp under the canopy. The ferns are absolutely enormous here; they look like something out of a prehistoric forest. The water cascades down the dark rocks into a perfectly still pool at the bottom. It was so peaceful just standing there listening to the rush of the water.
After our walk, we continued towards George Town. We had a bit of a mission in mind for Sue. Her dad's name was George, and we all agreed it was only right that she should have a proper meal and a cold beer at the George Town Hotel. It was a lovely way to spend the middle of the day, sitting back and enjoying the local hospitality.
While we were exploring the area near the coast, we were struck by how much character these little towns have. We found a water tower that someone had spent an enormous amount of time decorating with a mural. It shows all sorts of scenes, from lighthouses and seagulls to people cycling and even someone using a paint roller—which we thought was a clever touch for a painted tower!
Down by the water's edge, we came across some incredible wood carvings. They depict a group of whalers in their boat, and the detail is fantastic. The way the whale’s tail rises out of the ground behind them really captures the scale of it all. The grandkids would have had a ball climbing around near these, though Steve was more interested in how they managed to carve such intricate figures out of old tree trunks.
The coastline around here is just stunning. We found ourselves looking out over the water from behind a neat white picket fence, watching the blue of the sea meet the hazy mountains in the distance. The clouds were putting on a real show for us, big and fluffy against that crisp Tassie sky.
Before we headed back to the farm, we took a stroll up towards the lighthouse. We even managed to get a photo of us with Sue, though Steve was the one behind the camera for this one. Greg was doing his best to keep his hat from blowing away in the sea breeze while we stood amongst the green coastal scrub. It’s certainly a change from the red dirt back home, and we are loving every minute of this fresh air.
We eventually made our way back to Old Mac's farm, feeling that good kind of tired you only get after a day of exploring. We’ve spent the evening back at the farm, relaxing with a beer and a wine with Sue and Greg, just reflecting on how lucky we are to be seeing these parts of the world.
