We headed over to Judbury to check out their local markets, and even with the clouds hanging low over the hills, the place was buzzing. It wasn’t a massive affair, but those small-town markets always have the best feel—properly patronised by the locals and a few wanderers like us. There’s something so nice about a community coming together in a damp car park, huddled under marquees with the smell of coffee and hot food wafting around.
Being the Easter long weekend, they had a bit of a rally going on. Now, we all know Lisa has a bit of a lucky streak, but she really outdid herself this time. She only went and won a whole basket of Easter chocolates! The local town councillor was more than happy to strike a pose with the winner and her loot. We’ll have to try our best not to eat them all before we see the grandkids, though we can't make any firm promises!
As we continued through to Huonville, the Tasmanian weather really put on a show. We looked up and saw that the moody sky had left a fresh dusting of snow across the tops of the mountains. It’s a world away from the heat back home in WA. We just stood there for a moment, taking in that crisp air and the way the white peaks popped against the deep blues and greys of the range. It’s the kind of view that makes you want to keep the heater running just a little bit longer.
We eventually made our way down to Port Huon. It’s such a ruggedly beautiful spot where the forest meets the sea. Seeing those massive, deep-blue ships docked right up against the shore is a real sight. They look so sturdy and industrial compared to the soft gum trees lining the water. The water was surprisingly calm, reflecting that bright blue sky that decided to peek through the clouds at last. It was a lovely, quiet way to wrap up our exploring for the day.
