Bruny Island and beyond

Well our time on Bruny Island was interesting, after panel beating Allan's trailer and me giving him a suitable rubbishing for his driving I was very thankful that the trusty Coaster dug itself out of the bog the next morning and I didn't have to get towed by a Hino. I never would have lived it down it that had happened.

The camp was quite nice in a bush setting but the "girls" were not too happy to spend another night there. We pushed on to Adventure Bay where the road came to a dead end without warning and turning around with Allan's 11meter rig was "interesting". We had decided to take the short route to Lunawanna through the forestry only to discover after 2 kilometres that trailers and buses were not permitted on the road. Now I argued that my bus is a motorhome so I was alright but common sense (we haven't had much of that lately) dictated that we turn around and take the long bitumen route so did about 18k instead of 7. Nothing is a long way from anywhere on Bruny.

We had lunch at Lunawanna where you could have the choice of pies, curried scallop, venison, wallaby, crocodile,rabbit, etc but we opted for those we thought would not be road kill LOL. After lunch we headed for the Cape Bruny Lighthouse and passed Alan and Willa Ross on the way back. Had a chat on the UHF and got all the good goss. At the lighthouse, which is promoted as a tourist attraction, the narrow road suddenly and without warning comes to end which makes for a very interesting turnaround for a 7 1/2 and an 11 meter rig. I managed a multipoint turn without taking the grill out of a Nissan car but the two girls in the front seat were holding their breath while I turned.  Allan had to wait until the very small car park was empty to do a U turn. Common sense would have dictated at least some warning signs but there is s decided lack of that with the signposting at venues down here. We had a photo taken to prove we climbed the hill to the lighthouse but must admit we were puffing at this stage.

Anyway the day ended well and we saw Allan and Willa camped in beach-side accommodation, so we joined them for the night and had a lovely evening on the foreshore before heading off for the ferry this morning. The passage back was calm but we got separated from Allan on the ferry and where we turned left he turned right and headed back to Hobart. Thought we had finally lost him for a while but he (muttering unprintable things about Tom Toms) eventually found us at the Gordon camp site which has a lovely outlook over the D'Entrecastaux Channel.

I just completed my husbandly duties with the washing and tomorrow we are off to visit long term friends Trica and Bryan at Wattle Grove.