We left Brighton behind and turned our noses further west, winding our way through the heart of the Tasmanian highlands. We’ve found a beautiful place to pull up for a few days at Bradys Lake. We really hit the jackpot with our timing; just as we pulled in, two other groups were packing up their gear and heading off. We only had to wait a few minutes before we could claim a prime bit of real estate right on the water’s edge.
There is something so peaceful about looking out over a still lake with a backdrop of thick, dark timber. Steve was quite content to get the chairs out immediately and soak in that view, while the sun kept us warm despite the crisp highland air.
Once we were settled, the "to-do" list came out. Lisa decided it was the perfect afternoon to catch up on some washing. It’s not quite the same as having a laundry room at home, but you can’t beat the scenery while you’re working. Lisa sat herself down by the water with her buckets and her bright yellow gloves, using the manual plunger to get everything clean. It’s a bit of a workout, but it does the trick, and everything smells so much better when it’s been dried by a Tassie breeze.
While the clothes were drying, Lisa went on a bit of a scouting mission. We’d noticed the bushes around the camp were heavy with wild blackberries. You grandkids would have had purple fingers and faces within minutes if you were here! Lisa spent a good while foraging through the scrub, dodging the prickles to find the ripest ones. There’s nothing quite like the taste of fruit you’ve picked yourself, though Steve made sure to stay back and offer "moral support" while Lisa did the heavy lifting in the bushes.
It’s these quiet moments that we really cherish—the simple rhythm of chores, a bit of exploring, and a lot of looking at the water. We’re looking forward to a few more days of this slow pace before we see what else the west has in store for us.
