A blog of the Freer Family's adventures and misadventures emigrating to Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia, and settling there.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
We drove out to Long point under an arch of paperbarks and ti-trees to have supper with Geoff, who has been re-habilitating an old dairy farm. While a local dairy would be a good thing, this area is really not suited to it, sandy and low (nowhere higher than 7 metres above sea-level - Long Point is not quite sandspit of quartzite reef that hasn't quite made it to being an island yet, and therefore shelters a partially enclosed shallow bay of maybe 600 metres at its mouth and maybe twice that at its widest - and about 2km long. It's very tidal, principally seagrass environment, and a great habitat for birds. We spotted roughly 20 oystercatchers huddled together - very unusual - but we had squalls of rain a howling wind - not really perfect for an evening explore.
We'll go back at low tide and brave the mud so I can fully explore the wet part. Anyway, we had fire-grilled steaks inbetween the rain-squalls, red wine and a discussion on Hannibal and the elephant of surprise. Still, the silence and isolation and sheer darkness of a wet night and the call to me.
Labels: Flinders Island, Long Point
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I hate to imagine the quality of the wine if it led to a discussion of Hannibal crossing the alps...ReplyDelete
It was Jacobs Creek shiraz/cabernet. I will not be buying any more, even if we also talked about the Sinq ports, Meloleucas and Leptospermums and I learned a bit about early Australian politics.ReplyDelete
So not quite the stuff that Hannibal reputedly used to dissolve the boulders he encountered whilst crossing the Alps.ReplyDelete