Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Back from a whirlwind 6 days in Tasmania with L. It was a wonderful escape - and every place we went to we came away from saying 'just another day would have been good'.

We splurged a little on accommodation - as a result every night was extra specially good. From rainforest retreats, to historic bed and breakfasts.

There was a steam train and historic diesel engine trip - and I managed to talk my way up front with the driver for a section of the trip. Fabulous - but more changes needed to my novel I now realise.

Climbing of Cradle Mountain.... I nearly made it to the top. With 15 metres to go, no track, just rock climbing I shouldn't have looked down! It's sad to discover that, though I have always considered myself a gutsy outdoor chick... I'm actually a coward. A wonderful day - but the body is still recovering from 6 hours of solid walking (and climbing!)

Now home with a uni assignment due on Friday, shopping, bills to pay and the edge of a snuffle. Though it was lovely to curl up in my own bed for an afternoon nap.


Blogger Suzanne said...

Sounds like Tasmania was beautiful and rejuvenating for you and L.

I'm actually a coward.
I wouldn't call it cowardly to be afraid of heights. I'm terrified of them, myself. I think of it more on the lines of self-preservation. :)

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