Sorry Queensland, a Tassie winter is WAY better than yours
Every time winter comes along, I’d rather be in another state. Tassie to be specific.
You see, although I was born and raised in Queensland, I crave the cold weather. Currently, the winter up here in Brisbane is just not cold enough for me yet, it’s missing the invigorating chill that licks your face and clears your insides.
Perhaps I’m just impatient, but to me, it’s not winter here yet. Not when during the day you can easily get away with wearing a t-shirt or when you do kindy drop off in the morning at 8.15am wearing a thin pair of pants, a thin shirt and a cable knit cardigan over the top you’re actually considering removing your jumper because the sun is so warm.
I’ve told Mr G on a number of occasions how much I’d love to live in Tasmania after completely falling in love with the place during our two Tasmania travel experiences.
The problem is, although I can work anywhere I like with the type of work I do, Mr G can’t and because he’s the main breadwinner, well that’s just a bit risky. It’s probably a little too far from family too. No tree change for us!
So, all I can really do is reminisce and dream about Tassie and hope that one day soon, travel to Tasmania will appear on our travel agenda when our budget allows. It ALWAYS comes down to money.
I’ll reminisce about our amazing accommodation in Hobart where after only a short stroll we were at the famous Salamanca Markets. I’ll dream about sipping tea in the cottage garden of Hollyhock Cottage, a convict built cottage
I’ll dream about sipping tea in the cottage garden of Hollyhock Cottage, a convict built cottage cica. 1830 located in Richmond, 20 minutes out of Hobart.
Some people may call me crazy, but one of the best memories I have of Tassie is getting blasted by the most extreme cold I’ve ever experienced upon the top of Mount Wellington in Hobart. It was like having 10 fisherman’s friends in my mouth times 1000, with the occasional quick dash to a tiny little wooden hut to thaw our hands in front of the tiny little fire that was trying to stay alight.
I will never forget the beauty of Cradle Mountain and the sprinkling of snow as I sit in my room looking out through the trees. Or watching the fascinating Tassie devils at Devils@Cradle on a cold night as the marsupials devoured an animal carcass for dinner.
The beauty of the Freycinet National Park and the picturesque coastline driving north up through Swansea and to Coles Bay on the East Coast is unforgettable, as is being lost in the history of Tassie at places like the Cascade Brewery in Launceston and my favourite, Port Arthur.
So, what do you think? Am I crazy for loving the cold so much as inspired by my favourite place, Tassie?
What’s your favourite place that you always find yourself dreaming about?
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