Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Ever since we moved to Franklin, a river town full of mad keen boaties and fisherfolk, David has been keen to take a tinnie* for a potter about on the Huon River. After finding out how rubbish I am at rowing, I thought it would be a nice idea too. The waterways around here are begging to be explored, picnicked on and camped along. So here she is: Gwendoline. Picked up on Gumtree from a nice chap on the other side of Hobart. Next job: acquire a small outboard motor.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.