The stunning crystallised miniature forest you see in this photo to the left is a close-up of a formation called “the wedding cake.” It is magnificent, stretching from the floor to the roof of the cavern.
Heading north to the coast we explored the tiny seaside town of Penguin. On the beach we collected pebbles, the dogs ran around having a lovely time and locals spoke to us as they walked past.
Tasmania is unlike any other place in Australia I have ever lived or visited. The locals are so friendly! And not in a nosy way. It's all about networking and helping each other. Even Chris, the caves guide, gave us tips on how to utilise local services.
On our more challenging days, when everything seems to go wrong, we know we can reach out to our local connections and neighbours for help and it will be given.
Just look at this beautiful beach! Like every Tasmanian town we have visited, Penguin was neat and clean. It even boasted this fabulous public park complete with a working one third size windmill. We had lunch at the local bakery and headed home tired but happy.
Eventually we figured out a system of funnelling them all through so that we could isolate the old sheep. Then the drenching pack kept falling off so we had to readjust the straps. After two hours, as the sun was setting, we finally achieved our goal. Just look at those sweet little faces! Who would think they are adept little escape artists...
The sheep were unimpressed with our inept handling and ran off at every opportunity. By the time we'd separated the two rams and three wethers from the ewes we were exhausted, while the sheep munched happily on the juicy green grass. A hot dinner was in order and we collapsed in the lounge room in front of the fire quite pleased with ourselves.
Doing anything for the first time is a bit of a challenge but you just have to persist, trying different methods until you achieve your goal.