We’ve found ourselves at a spot called the Little Beach Conservation Area in Chain of Lagoons, and it is one of those places that makes us realise how big and quiet Tasmania can be. There wasn't another soul in sight as we stepped onto the sand at Lagoon Beach North. It felt like we had stumbled onto our own private world. The beach stretches out in a massive, clean arc, with those dark, moody hills hugging the coast in the distance under a sky full of shifting clouds.
We decided to stretch our legs and head further north along the waterline. Lisa was busy spotting interesting patterns in the sand, while Steve was more interested in the way the clouds were piling up over the mountains like whipped cream. The air here is so fresh it almost stings the lungs in the best way possible. After a good walk, we came across another small lagoon where the water was perfectly still, tucked away just behind the dunes.
Eventually, we reached a rugged rock outcrop that marked the end of our trek. We couldn't resist exploring the narrow gaps between the massive boulders. Standing between them, it feels like you are looking through a giant stone window out to the Tasman Sea.
The rocks here are incredible—huge, dark, and heavy, smoothed down by the salt and spray over a lifetime of tides. We spent a good while just watching the white water wash over the stones. Steve pointed out the bright green moss and algae clinging to the rocks, which provides a brilliant splash of colour against the deep greys and the blues of the white-capped waves.
It is the kind of place where you don't feel the need to say much. We just stood there for a long time, listening to the rhythm of the ocean and the wind. You grandkids would have had a field day climbing over these boulders and looking for little treasures in the rock pools. It is a bit of a trek, but we’ve tucked this memory away to share with you all when we get home.
