Sitting in the airport, as always I am sad to be leaving Tasmania while happy to be heading home.
The last few days have really shown the contrasts of Tasmania, from Mount Wellington at 2.5C and snowing, to swimming in the sea, Salamanca market with wallaby pies, one of the nicest Japanese poke bowls I’ve ever had, from bushfires with a fire front now extending 1600km, to watching the light at sunrise through the trees from my very comfortable bed.
Watching a really good production of Les Miserables after great fish and chips by the harbour, and checking the bush fire status in the interval.
And the food, well I could go back just to enjoy the food and wine and gin !
However, what I will really miss is the proximity of good friends, being able to just drop by for a cup of tea or lunch. The drive is never long, the road is windy, the pace of life is slow and peaceful.
And a special mention for my rehab supervisor !
My Longest Journey 